February is almost over and, hopefully we’re through with weekly snowstorms. I’m ready to turn the page on the calendar to March knowing it’s going to be a very busy but very fun month. I’m seeing four concerts and one musical. With that already on my schedule, I figured ‘Why not throw in a surgical procedure as well?’
Last year I had lens replacement surgery. It’s the same procedure they perform for people who have cataracts, only I didn’t have cataracts, the lenses just weren’t working well enough with my contacts, so my surgeon, Dr. Joseph Iurno, replaced the lenses and corrected my vision enough surgically that I no longer need contacts, only glasses to read close up and do computer work. The surgeries were a great success and I still find it amazing that I’m not nearsighted anymore. It took a long time to overcome my instinct to always bring a book closer to my eyes to read.
Now that my vision is better than it’s ever been in my entire life, I looked at options to correct something I’ve dealt with since birth. My right eye has always been ‘lazy’, turning inward, making vision out of that eye very poor until the surgeries this past summer. So, I am now having a procedure to center my right eye so it looks straight ahead. I’ve always been left eye dominant, because, up until last summer, my left eye was my ‘good eye’ that I could always see out of. Now with the corrective surgery, my right eye actually sees better than my left, but it’s difficult for me to focus and ‘look’ out of my right eye, partly because for thirty-six years, I’ve been doing the opposite and also because the eye turns inward.
So, like I said, March is busy. I’ve now got doctor’s appointments sprinkled around these shows:
March 11 – They Might Be Giants @ The National
March 12 – Martina McBride and Trace Adkins @ The Coliseum
March 18 – The Musical ‘Wicked’ @ The Landmark [a gift for mom’s birthday]
March 20 – Taylor Swift @ John Paul Jones Arena
March 21 – Ben Folds @ The National
When scheduling the surgery, I told myself it had to be ‘after the weekend of March 20/21 because, if there’s a risk of going blind during this surgery, however miniscule, I’m taking that risk after I see Taylor Swift in concert. Thankfully, I was able to schedule the surgery for the end of the month, so no conflicts of any kind and, hopefully very little time away from work.
I’ll keep you posted here, and I will be writing reviews for all five events I’m seeing in March. I’m really looking forward to all of them, but there’s one that I’m really really looking forward to. Yeah, that’s pretty obvious, huh?
So long February, welcome March. It’s gonna be so much fun!
Thanks for reading,
Barry
02.25.10
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Review: Willie Nelson and Family at The National 02.16.10
The word ‘Legend’ is one that gets thrown around a lot, and usually it’s attributed to someone undeserving of the moniker. There are, however, a few legends among us. Willie Nelson is one, and I was lucky enough to be in the crowd at a sold out National Theatre to see him deliver the trademark country/blues/jazz amalgamation he’s known for. Having never seen him in concert before, my friend Eddie and I did not know what to expect, except that hearing ‘On The Road Again’ was a given; everything else was up in the air and would be a happy surprise for the both of us.
After an opening set by his son Lucas and his band ‘Promise of the Real’, Willie stepped onstage and kicked things off with ‘Whiskey River.’ Willie has always had a way of singing in his own way, forsaking the given time signature, instead offering an almost jazz vocal and guitar style. He’ll seem to rush through a line of a verse or slow down and deliver a halting chorus, demanding his band follow, keep up and predict where the changes are.
Seeing this live could be disappointing for some because nothing Willie plays live sounds anything like his recorded versions. I knew this much going in, and I was looking forward to the different interpretations of material I had heard before. Some patrons though audibly voiced their displeasure when the performed version of ‘Crazy’ [which Willie wrote and Patsy Cline made a worldwide smash] was so different that a group sing along with the audience was out of the question. I just sat back and marveled, watching a master at work.
Watching and listening, it struck me that Willie Nelson is very similar to the jazz great Django Reinhardt. [Think about that for a second!] That realization made my jaw drop and made me appreciate even more how original and different Willie is and has always been.
He played for about eighty minutes, non-stop, playfully waving to the crowd, periodically removing his cowboy hat in order to wear his signature red bandanna. With so many songs in his catalog, it would take weeks to play them all, but he played some all time faves, some newer material, and even some covers in honor of those now gone [Waylon, Hank Williams, Sr.] and one who carries on in Willie’s tradition of doing things his own way [Toby Keith].
There is now far more gray than red in the hair of ‘The Red-Headed Stranger’ but that’s fitting. He may not be red-headed anymore, but he’s also no longer a ‘stranger’ to anyone. Call him a legend, call him an outlaw. After seeing one show, you’ll be hard pressed not to call Willie Nelson ‘family.’
No matter the ticket price, that’s priceless.
Set List [Approximate, based on past show set lists online at the site setlists.fm and my memory]:
Whiskey River
Still Is Still Moving to Me
Beer for My Horses
Funny How Time Slips Away
Crazy
Night Life
Down Yonder
Me and Paul
Good Hearted Woman
Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys
Hey Good Lookin'
Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground
On the Road Again
Always On My Mind
I Ain't Superman
Bloody Mary Morning
I Saw the Light
Gotta Get Drunk
--Barry
02.18.10
After an opening set by his son Lucas and his band ‘Promise of the Real’, Willie stepped onstage and kicked things off with ‘Whiskey River.’ Willie has always had a way of singing in his own way, forsaking the given time signature, instead offering an almost jazz vocal and guitar style. He’ll seem to rush through a line of a verse or slow down and deliver a halting chorus, demanding his band follow, keep up and predict where the changes are.
Seeing this live could be disappointing for some because nothing Willie plays live sounds anything like his recorded versions. I knew this much going in, and I was looking forward to the different interpretations of material I had heard before. Some patrons though audibly voiced their displeasure when the performed version of ‘Crazy’ [which Willie wrote and Patsy Cline made a worldwide smash] was so different that a group sing along with the audience was out of the question. I just sat back and marveled, watching a master at work.
Watching and listening, it struck me that Willie Nelson is very similar to the jazz great Django Reinhardt. [Think about that for a second!] That realization made my jaw drop and made me appreciate even more how original and different Willie is and has always been.
He played for about eighty minutes, non-stop, playfully waving to the crowd, periodically removing his cowboy hat in order to wear his signature red bandanna. With so many songs in his catalog, it would take weeks to play them all, but he played some all time faves, some newer material, and even some covers in honor of those now gone [Waylon, Hank Williams, Sr.] and one who carries on in Willie’s tradition of doing things his own way [Toby Keith].
There is now far more gray than red in the hair of ‘The Red-Headed Stranger’ but that’s fitting. He may not be red-headed anymore, but he’s also no longer a ‘stranger’ to anyone. Call him a legend, call him an outlaw. After seeing one show, you’ll be hard pressed not to call Willie Nelson ‘family.’
No matter the ticket price, that’s priceless.
Set List [Approximate, based on past show set lists online at the site setlists.fm and my memory]:
Whiskey River
Still Is Still Moving to Me
Beer for My Horses
Funny How Time Slips Away
Crazy
Night Life
Down Yonder
Me and Paul
Good Hearted Woman
Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys
Hey Good Lookin'
Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground
On the Road Again
Always On My Mind
I Ain't Superman
Bloody Mary Morning
I Saw the Light
Gotta Get Drunk
--Barry
02.18.10
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Martina McBride and Trace Adkins at The Patriot Center, 01.31.10 – A Story in Two Parts [Originally posted on FB 02.03.10]
Martina McBride and Trace Adkins at The Patriot Center, 01.31.10 – A Story in Two Parts
I’ll warn you first, if you solely want to read all about the concert I attended with my friend Eddie, skip ahead to part two. Part one is all about what happened before the lights went down and the show began. It’s a good true tale. I’m not saying you shouldn’t read it, just if you wanna read about the show first, read part two, then come back and read part one…or read them in order, it’s up to you.
PART ONE: ‘Damn…it’s STILL snowing!!’
I have known Eddie Pickering for over 20 years now. I knew him when he was just a ‘long haired kid in a Led Zep shirt’ in Algebra class, and I was there as his tastes slowly moved toward country music, circa 1990-91. I’ve seen numerous shows with him: Metallica in 1992 [in other words, when they were cool], KISS, Dwight Yoakam, and just last year, we saw Paul McCartney and U2. Eddie has a very short list of artists he has to see whenever they are remotely nearby. All the other artists are nice, but I think I know who his ‘Big Three’ are, in no particular order: Hank Jr., George Jones…and Martina McBride [last name included for the uninitiated].
On one of our road trips this summer, just as I was starting to revel in the music of Taylor Swift, Eddie played Martina’s latest CD, ‘Shine.’ I was receptive to it and we listened to Martina CDs for the rest of the trip. Tour dates for 2010 were announced for both Martina and Taylor around the same time. I thought I would have to bribe someone to drive me to see Taylor, but Eddie was eager to attend. And, I found myself wanting to see Martina in concert, more so to watch Eddie watch Martina in concert…at least that’s how I saw it at the beginning.
Saturday, January 30 – It snowed. It snowed a lot. We talked on the phone several times Saturday and, after attempting [and failing] to get his car out of his driveway, Eddie was almost resigned to the fact that we were gonna miss the show. I checked the venue website and kept tabs on Martina’s Twitter account but, so far, no word on a cancellation or postponement. We talked late Saturday night and Eddie said he wanted to delay his ‘final decision’ until noon Sunday. I understood and agreed. Then, in a very nice gesture, Eddie said, ‘I want to assure you that if this were a Taylor show we were trying to get to, we’d find a way!’ I said, ‘Well, if it was a Taylor show this weekend, I would have left town after work on Friday to get to Fairfax before the snow. Thankfully, it’s not, but I know you wanna see this show so…since you’re driving, it’s your call. I don’t mind if I have to eat the ticket.’ I went to bed doubting we would be able to go, and all the same relieved that Taylor’s concert dates are in March and June, not January and February.
Sunday morning, I woke up much earlier than planned because I couldn’t sleep. I really wanted to believe that we would be going to the show. Looking out at my street, I doubted it would happen. I called Eddie around 10:30. His wife Tucker answered. ‘Hey Tucker, how’s Eddie this morning?’ I asked.
‘He’s gone!’ she said laughing. ‘He got in the van and he’s gone!’
‘Well, that bodes well then, if he can get out of his neighborhood. Have him call me when he gets back. [He’d gone to get milk, bread and cigs.] I thanked Tucker again for letting us use the family van, when we realized the Camry wasn’t gonna be able to cut it in the weather.
Eddie and I talked around 11:30. He said simply, ‘Let’s do this!!’ We both came up with the idea to have me pack an overnite bag and crash at Eddie’s house in Midlothian after the show. We did this knowing that my hill was gonna be a problem once the sun went back down, and wanted to avoid getting stuck in the dark.
I later realized that getting stuck in daylight sucks almost as much as getting stuck in the dark.
Eddie arrived at my house around 1:30 and I had my overnight bag, ready to roll. We managed to get out to the van, which he had parked two houses further up my hill so he wouldn’t get stuck. As we pile into the van, my brother Brian and his girlfriend Mary pull up to our house in her car. Also, keep in mind that all day, my neighbors Ray and Tammy, and their friends have been driving up and down this hill on golf carts and ATVs. Surely a Chrysler van, complete with Sirius radio, DVD player, seating for eight, auto doors and auto start…surely this piece of American craftsmanship can muster enough force, strength and traction to get up my hill, right?
I wasn’t concerned at first when we had the engine gunned, but seemed to go nowhere. It’s just temporary, soon the wheels will find a grip and we’ll be on our way. Eddie punched it again and the motor roared, but we went nowhere. My brother saw what was happening, surveyed the situation and asked Eddie, ‘Do you care about your floor mats?’ Eddie said no and Brian placed a mat under the right front tire. We hit the gas again...and we went nowhere. Tammy, who was clearing off my back steps, said the only way this was gonna work was if Eddie backed up to the very bottom of the hill and found a flat surface, hit the gas lightly, kept it in low gear and didn’t stop, hopeful to gain enough traction to get up the hill and onto the main, cleared road.
So, taking her advice, maybe even against his own better judgment, Eddie backed up the van, past my house, past Tammy’s house, to the very bottom of the hill, with nowhere to go but up.
I knew we were in trouble when we could maneuver left and right, but we were getting nowhere when we tried to go up the hill. I didn’t tell anyone, but the lyric ‘Took a whole lotta tryin’/Just to get up that hill’ from The Jeffersons Theme Song kept repeating in my head. At this rate, it seemed like we weren’t going anywhere. Valliant effort, but score this one for Mother Nature.
My neighbor Ray owns a landscaping business. I still don’t know exactly how many vehicles he has at his house, but he has a lot. One of those vehicles is a Ford Dually [pronounced ‘dooley’]. I don’t even know what that means exactly. All I know is it’s a big truck. Ray offered to tow the van up the hill using his truck, but only after an impassioned plea from his seven year old son Maverick. Maverick ran inside the house when it was evident we weren’t gonna be able to make it up the hill without some help, and yelled, ‘Dad, you have to come tow the van!’ to which Ray, who had been laughing at the poor idiots inside the stalled van while watching from his living room window, said ‘No!’
Maverick continued, ‘But Dad, its Barry! He really really needs to get to a concert!’ With Maverick’s adorable lisp, the words came out sounding like, ‘But Dad, its Bawwy. He reawwy reawwy needs to get to a concewt!’ Ray came outside and immediately started apologizing for laughing at us. ‘Man, I didn’t know it was you Barry. I am so sorry man. I mean it. I didn’t know…’ I assured him I didn’t mind, and I understood him laughing. I’d be laughing too if I weren’t sitting in the passenger seat.
Ray looked around the van and the only area where a tow-strap could be connected was to a bracket on the motor mount. I told Eddie, ‘This is your call. It’s Tucker’s van, and if anything happens to it, you’re dead, so you decide if you wanna do this, or call a tow truck.
Eddie decided to call his wife. She picks up, and he leads not with ‘Hello’ but ‘Do we have towing on our insurance?’ Not how I would’ve opened the conversation. Tucker decided to call Danny, a guy Eddie has known since high school. I knew him in high school too, but Eddie and Danny have kept in touch the past 18 years, whereas, I only see Danny when we meet at Eddie’s for birthday parties etc. Danny is a professional truck driver who tows and carries cars for a living. Eddie had talked to Danny on Saturday, seeking his assessment of the road conditions in preparation for our trip.
‘Don’t go ANYWHERE until Monday Eddie. The roads are horrible!’ Danny said.
Maybe we should’ve listened to him in the first place.
Tucker had called Danny simply to get his advice on whom to call in my part of town for a tow. Tucker did not expect Danny to drop what he was doing, get in his truck and drive from Powhattan to my house. Tucker called Eddie back and said that’s what Danny was gonna do. He was gonna come tow us up the hill. Eddie asked me what my address was. ‘5104,’ I said. Ray quickly looked at Eddie and said straight-faced, ‘You’re at 5102!’ which got a laugh from everybody, even Eddie I think.
So, we had about an hour wait until Danny would arrive. Ray offered to take me up the hill on his golf cart to my front steps. As I got into the cart, Ray apologized again and I told him it was fine. He seemed genuinely upset that he had been laughing at my expense. The cart made it up the hill with no issue, and all the while Maverick was sitting on the bar in front of the driver with his arms looped around it for a grip so he wouldn’t fall off. As we made our way up the hill, I asked, ‘Hey Ray, ya wanna take me up to Fairfax in this thing?’
I arrived at the front steps just as Ray’s wife Tammy was clearing the front steps with a snow blower. The thing worked like a champ and made a nice pathway. It became apparent however, as she got to the steps leading to the sidewalk, that the snow blower was going to blow snow all over me, Brian and Mary. We were sitting ducks and Tammy knew it. I think she went over the same area twice just so she could douse us again with snow. I hadn’t fallen down yet all day, and now I had snow in my hair, on my glasses, all over my coat…it looked like I tried to make a snow angel!
Brian, Mary and I made it inside, while Eddie stayed down at the bottom of the hill with his van. He seemed more comfortable there, waiting for Danny. Brian, Mary and I watched the end of the Virginia Tech/Miami basketball game waiting for something to happen at the bottom of the hill. A little after 3:00, Danny arrived in his pickup truck. I was still inside the house, so I heard all of this second-hand. Apparently, once Danny saw the slope of the hill and the icy conditions, he decided even his truck wasn’t gonna do the trick. After some discussion, it was decided that Danny would use his tow-chains and straps and secure the vehicle, and Ray’s dually would do the towing. I happened to look outside as the dually was pulling Eddie’s van as if it were a caboose or a matchbox car…no problem whatsoever. When I saw that, I reached for my coat and gloves, ‘I guess we are going somewhere tonight.’
Danny said he was on call 24 hours, and if we happened to get stuck once we got into Eddie’s neighborhood, he told us to call him, no matter how late it might be. With many thanks to Ray, Tammy, Maverick, Danny and all the neighbors who helped, offered opinions, or simply stood outside to watch, we were on our way to Fairfax…though not before Tammy yelled out to me, ‘Hey Barry! Tell Eddie he owes me a bottle of Captain Morgan!’
‘When do you want it?’ I asked.
Maverick answered for her, ‘She wants it NOW! She always wants it now!!’ I laughed hard at that, said a last round of thank-yous and got in the van. I was already tired, and the road trip hadn’t even begun yet.
The roads were excellent for every moment of our trip up, apart from my hill. We were a little behind schedule but managed to arrive in town around 5:30, stopped at a Fuddruckers for dinner and around 6:30, made our way to the venue. I had been up a long time already, had given up more than once to the fact that we were not gonna make this show. I have to say, for the first time in a long while, the simple act of finding a parking space and negotiating the iced-over parking lot to get inside…that was a very rewarding feeling; and we still had a SHOW to see!!
As Eddie and I walked into the venue, the attendant saw we had floor seats and said, ‘You guys can head over there to the right to Guest Services, and they’ll let you take the elevator down to the floor.’ I wasn’t planning on taking the elevator, but once it became an option, I was all for it. So, we walked to Guest Services, and the individual there told us to double-back halfway to the elevator. We made it there around 7:00. We saw a small queue of fans waiting and talking with staff. It was here we learned that there was indeed an opener before Trace went onstage, so since he wouldn’t be starting at 7:30, I was relieved and whatever stress I had about getting to my seat before the house lights went out was gone. I didn’t care if I missed all of opener Sarah Buxton’s set.
In front of us waiting for the elevator was a veteran in a wheelchair; happily grasping a backstage ‘Meet & Greet’ pass he received from Trace earlier in the day when Trace visited Walter Reed Medical Center. Two women waiting with us were trying to hide their envy, but I just said, ‘That’s very cool! Enjoy it, that sounds awesome!’ not at all wanting to belittle his moment.
We took the elevator down, and we were dropped directly backstage, amid amps, road cases, guitars and road crew members. I’ve done this at least a dozen times before, so I was very calm and collected, acting as if I was just walking to my cubicle in my office, but I admit, it’s still a bit of a rush to be backstage, even if you don’t see any celebs. I’m someone who loves to see a show from the front row, but would enjoy it maybe even more from the road crew’s point of view under the stage. I’m fascinated to see how a show gets put together.
We made it to our seats, on the floor on stage right, and, as I looked and saw the stage and view from our vantage point, I said out loud, ‘Damn good seats!’ I decided at the last second before leaving the van to put on my coat, so I was wearing a t-shirt, a dress shirt and a heavy coat. As soon as I found my seat, the coat and dress shirt came off. Mom would have been proud that I at least wore a coat inside the building.
Part Two: The Actual SHOW Review
Sarah Buxton took the stage with her guitarist and a percussionist for a quick acoustic set. She’s a new artist with her debut CD arriving February 23. Her single ‘Outside My Window’ has been on country radio and video channels since August, so I at least knew one song. I looked over at Eddie two songs in and said, ‘This is what Taylor Swift hath wrought…record execs are now looking for the female singer who can play guitar and they’re trying to catch lightening in a bottle again, leading to a slew of blonde-haired Taylor-esque wannabes.’ Sarah’s attractive and she can sing okay, but the songs sounded far too similar to be interesting.
As soon as Sarah ended her set, a video screen dropped down above center stage and the volume suddenly got pushed up to eleven. The pre-show video to introduce Trace Adkins was a five minute comedy piece about the perils encountered by the performer while trying to ‘make it to the show.’ After the day Eddie and I had experienced, parts of it rang too true.
The first thing that struck me as Trace appeared center stage in silhouette was how tall he was. He’s listed as the co-headliner on this tour with Martina so his set was close to an hour, and it was packed full of his biggest hits. In a show full of lights, screens, video montages, the only thing Trace had to do to make the girls scream was sing a note or two in the low growl he’s famous for, all the rest is just window dressing. His voice was impeccable and helped mask what at times was an uneven sound mix during his set.
Yes the ladies love Trace, but he managed to keep the guys interested too by showing scenes from his videos while he sang. If you’re unaware, his videos tend to be a bit racy, very suggestive, and always humorous.
Trace didn’t really talk to the crowd much until about five songs into the set, introducing ‘All I Ask For Anymore’ by saying it was up for a Grammy, ‘but the Grammys are tonight so I don’t guess I’m gonna go.’
Highlights for me were ‘You’re Gonna Miss This’, for it’s sweet sentiment and great lyric, and ‘Honky Tonk Badonk-a-Donk’, for it’s sweet sentiment and…nah! Truthfully, his entire set was great, and, even with all the lights and effects, he is one of those artists that can grab your attention with just a guitar and a microphone. I look forward to seeing him again when the tour comes to Richmond in March. Plus, it made me smile to see Trace give his hat to a young fan at the end of his set. In case you were wondering, he looks entirely different with the hat off!
And now…onto the reason why we were all there in the first place: Martina.
The pre-show music before Martina went on was a dance remix medley of some of her songs. It was a strange intro, and I kept waiting for the Cher song ‘Believe’ to start, because the remix used the same rhythm and drum track. I soon realized why this was the intro, because the remix track would morph into the introduction to her song ‘Ride’. It made for a nice transition, albeit one that was unexpected.
Martina elevated on a lift to center stage, and looked stunning. [Fashion report: She wore a sequined blouse, very tight leather pants and very high heels. Pics will be added to the review soon!] I had heard a lot from Eddie about how great a live vocalist Martina is, so I was expecting a lot. Thankfully she did not disappoint. Once she got to the crescendo in ‘Ride’, hit the note and held it, I knew it was gonna be all I had hoped.
Martina’s stage includes ten high-definition video screens of varying size, used to create a backdrop of live shots or video montages. It was proof that, even though this is a ‘country’ show, the production takes all of its cues from rock tours: Lots of effects, screens, confetti, [hmmm…I wonder where they got that idea from?] and one show-stopping prop.
The moment I had waited for, one I had known about since the tour began in November but kept quiet about and never spilled to Eddie, was when Martina took a seat on a huge blue half-moon as it elevated over the stage, past the stage and then over the crowd before resting behind the soundboard in the middle of the arena. It was a spectacle that any KISS fan would be proud of and hard pressed to top. She sang ‘Concrete Angel’ as she ‘flew’ above the crowd, the landing of the showpiece timed perfectly with the conclusion of the song.
From the mini-stage behind the soundboard, she waved to the fans way in the back and up top and sang ‘Anyway’ and ‘Love Is The Only House/Blessed’. Then, she quickly darted behind the soundboard and under the floor for a quick costume change while the band played an extended intro to ‘This One’s For The Girls.’ I fully expected her to run from one end of the arena to the other – under the floor and stage and then ‘magically’ reappear onstage to sing ‘This One’s For The Girls’ but, she surprised me again. Martina appeared, this time in front of the soundboard, at floor level! Not too far away from me and Eddie at all! She then walked the length of the floor from the soundboard to the stage steps, shaking hands, waving and taking gifts fans had made for her, all the while singing one of her signature tunes. It was a moment that drove home the special connection that country fans and artists have with one another and how much each needs the other, even if it appears a bit dangerous to get out and ‘press the flesh’ of the fans. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.
Like I said, the show was full of spectacle, but before I wrap this up, I must mention what was the absolute highlight of the night for me: Before the moon prop made its appearance, Martina and her band did a pair of acoustic songs. One was the Kris Kristofferson classic ‘Help Me Make It Through The Night’ and that was followed by my favorite song from her latest album, a sad love song called ‘I’m Trying.’ Even with the spectacle, it really was all about her voice, pure and simple. The props were nice but, had the show been simply her band playing acoustic behind her for 90 minutes while she belted out songs, it would have impressed just as much.
The only head-scratching puzzling moment of the night came when the encores were over and I realized that she wasn’t going to play ‘I Just Call You Mine’, perhaps her biggest crossover hit. I don’t know why it was dropped, and I hope it’s back in the show when she comes to Richmond. Even so, the show was amazing and well worth the Herculean effort Eddie had to make to get us there.
Lastly, thanks again to Ray, Tammy, Danny, Maverick, Brian and Mary, Tucker for letting us use her van, my mom for understanding why we had to go, even though she thought we were crazy…and most importantly thanks to Eddie for everything.
This one was memorable for many things…and we have many more shows to see this year!
Set lists from Wikipedia, with some edits made by me to reflect the actual set list:
Trace Adkins
1. "I Got My Game On"
2. "Swing"
3. "Songs About Me
4. "I Wanna Feel Something"
5. "All I Ask For Anymore"
6. "Marry for Money"
7. "Chrome"
8. "Rough & Ready"
9. "You're Gonna Miss This"
10. "Hot Mama"
11. "Ladies Love Country Boys"
12. "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk"
Encore
13. "Muddy Water"
14. "Keep On"
Martina McBride
"Ride"
"When God-Fearin' Women Get the Blues"
"Happy Girl"
"Walk Away"
"Wild Angels"
"My Baby Loves Me"
"Wrong Baby Wrong Baby Wrong"
“Whatever You Say”
"Lean On Me"
"Help Me Make It Through the Night"
"I'm Trying"
"Concrete Angel"
“Anyway”
"Love's The Only House"/"Blessed"
"This One's For The Girls"
"You're Not Leaving Me"
"A Broken Wing"
"Independence Day"
Encore
"Livin' On A Prayer"
- Barry
02.03.10
I’ll warn you first, if you solely want to read all about the concert I attended with my friend Eddie, skip ahead to part two. Part one is all about what happened before the lights went down and the show began. It’s a good true tale. I’m not saying you shouldn’t read it, just if you wanna read about the show first, read part two, then come back and read part one…or read them in order, it’s up to you.
PART ONE: ‘Damn…it’s STILL snowing!!’
I have known Eddie Pickering for over 20 years now. I knew him when he was just a ‘long haired kid in a Led Zep shirt’ in Algebra class, and I was there as his tastes slowly moved toward country music, circa 1990-91. I’ve seen numerous shows with him: Metallica in 1992 [in other words, when they were cool], KISS, Dwight Yoakam, and just last year, we saw Paul McCartney and U2. Eddie has a very short list of artists he has to see whenever they are remotely nearby. All the other artists are nice, but I think I know who his ‘Big Three’ are, in no particular order: Hank Jr., George Jones…and Martina McBride [last name included for the uninitiated].
On one of our road trips this summer, just as I was starting to revel in the music of Taylor Swift, Eddie played Martina’s latest CD, ‘Shine.’ I was receptive to it and we listened to Martina CDs for the rest of the trip. Tour dates for 2010 were announced for both Martina and Taylor around the same time. I thought I would have to bribe someone to drive me to see Taylor, but Eddie was eager to attend. And, I found myself wanting to see Martina in concert, more so to watch Eddie watch Martina in concert…at least that’s how I saw it at the beginning.
Saturday, January 30 – It snowed. It snowed a lot. We talked on the phone several times Saturday and, after attempting [and failing] to get his car out of his driveway, Eddie was almost resigned to the fact that we were gonna miss the show. I checked the venue website and kept tabs on Martina’s Twitter account but, so far, no word on a cancellation or postponement. We talked late Saturday night and Eddie said he wanted to delay his ‘final decision’ until noon Sunday. I understood and agreed. Then, in a very nice gesture, Eddie said, ‘I want to assure you that if this were a Taylor show we were trying to get to, we’d find a way!’ I said, ‘Well, if it was a Taylor show this weekend, I would have left town after work on Friday to get to Fairfax before the snow. Thankfully, it’s not, but I know you wanna see this show so…since you’re driving, it’s your call. I don’t mind if I have to eat the ticket.’ I went to bed doubting we would be able to go, and all the same relieved that Taylor’s concert dates are in March and June, not January and February.
Sunday morning, I woke up much earlier than planned because I couldn’t sleep. I really wanted to believe that we would be going to the show. Looking out at my street, I doubted it would happen. I called Eddie around 10:30. His wife Tucker answered. ‘Hey Tucker, how’s Eddie this morning?’ I asked.
‘He’s gone!’ she said laughing. ‘He got in the van and he’s gone!’
‘Well, that bodes well then, if he can get out of his neighborhood. Have him call me when he gets back. [He’d gone to get milk, bread and cigs.] I thanked Tucker again for letting us use the family van, when we realized the Camry wasn’t gonna be able to cut it in the weather.
Eddie and I talked around 11:30. He said simply, ‘Let’s do this!!’ We both came up with the idea to have me pack an overnite bag and crash at Eddie’s house in Midlothian after the show. We did this knowing that my hill was gonna be a problem once the sun went back down, and wanted to avoid getting stuck in the dark.
I later realized that getting stuck in daylight sucks almost as much as getting stuck in the dark.
Eddie arrived at my house around 1:30 and I had my overnight bag, ready to roll. We managed to get out to the van, which he had parked two houses further up my hill so he wouldn’t get stuck. As we pile into the van, my brother Brian and his girlfriend Mary pull up to our house in her car. Also, keep in mind that all day, my neighbors Ray and Tammy, and their friends have been driving up and down this hill on golf carts and ATVs. Surely a Chrysler van, complete with Sirius radio, DVD player, seating for eight, auto doors and auto start…surely this piece of American craftsmanship can muster enough force, strength and traction to get up my hill, right?
I wasn’t concerned at first when we had the engine gunned, but seemed to go nowhere. It’s just temporary, soon the wheels will find a grip and we’ll be on our way. Eddie punched it again and the motor roared, but we went nowhere. My brother saw what was happening, surveyed the situation and asked Eddie, ‘Do you care about your floor mats?’ Eddie said no and Brian placed a mat under the right front tire. We hit the gas again...and we went nowhere. Tammy, who was clearing off my back steps, said the only way this was gonna work was if Eddie backed up to the very bottom of the hill and found a flat surface, hit the gas lightly, kept it in low gear and didn’t stop, hopeful to gain enough traction to get up the hill and onto the main, cleared road.
So, taking her advice, maybe even against his own better judgment, Eddie backed up the van, past my house, past Tammy’s house, to the very bottom of the hill, with nowhere to go but up.
I knew we were in trouble when we could maneuver left and right, but we were getting nowhere when we tried to go up the hill. I didn’t tell anyone, but the lyric ‘Took a whole lotta tryin’/Just to get up that hill’ from The Jeffersons Theme Song kept repeating in my head. At this rate, it seemed like we weren’t going anywhere. Valliant effort, but score this one for Mother Nature.
My neighbor Ray owns a landscaping business. I still don’t know exactly how many vehicles he has at his house, but he has a lot. One of those vehicles is a Ford Dually [pronounced ‘dooley’]. I don’t even know what that means exactly. All I know is it’s a big truck. Ray offered to tow the van up the hill using his truck, but only after an impassioned plea from his seven year old son Maverick. Maverick ran inside the house when it was evident we weren’t gonna be able to make it up the hill without some help, and yelled, ‘Dad, you have to come tow the van!’ to which Ray, who had been laughing at the poor idiots inside the stalled van while watching from his living room window, said ‘No!’
Maverick continued, ‘But Dad, its Barry! He really really needs to get to a concert!’ With Maverick’s adorable lisp, the words came out sounding like, ‘But Dad, its Bawwy. He reawwy reawwy needs to get to a concewt!’ Ray came outside and immediately started apologizing for laughing at us. ‘Man, I didn’t know it was you Barry. I am so sorry man. I mean it. I didn’t know…’ I assured him I didn’t mind, and I understood him laughing. I’d be laughing too if I weren’t sitting in the passenger seat.
Ray looked around the van and the only area where a tow-strap could be connected was to a bracket on the motor mount. I told Eddie, ‘This is your call. It’s Tucker’s van, and if anything happens to it, you’re dead, so you decide if you wanna do this, or call a tow truck.
Eddie decided to call his wife. She picks up, and he leads not with ‘Hello’ but ‘Do we have towing on our insurance?’ Not how I would’ve opened the conversation. Tucker decided to call Danny, a guy Eddie has known since high school. I knew him in high school too, but Eddie and Danny have kept in touch the past 18 years, whereas, I only see Danny when we meet at Eddie’s for birthday parties etc. Danny is a professional truck driver who tows and carries cars for a living. Eddie had talked to Danny on Saturday, seeking his assessment of the road conditions in preparation for our trip.
‘Don’t go ANYWHERE until Monday Eddie. The roads are horrible!’ Danny said.
Maybe we should’ve listened to him in the first place.
Tucker had called Danny simply to get his advice on whom to call in my part of town for a tow. Tucker did not expect Danny to drop what he was doing, get in his truck and drive from Powhattan to my house. Tucker called Eddie back and said that’s what Danny was gonna do. He was gonna come tow us up the hill. Eddie asked me what my address was. ‘5104,’ I said. Ray quickly looked at Eddie and said straight-faced, ‘You’re at 5102!’ which got a laugh from everybody, even Eddie I think.
So, we had about an hour wait until Danny would arrive. Ray offered to take me up the hill on his golf cart to my front steps. As I got into the cart, Ray apologized again and I told him it was fine. He seemed genuinely upset that he had been laughing at my expense. The cart made it up the hill with no issue, and all the while Maverick was sitting on the bar in front of the driver with his arms looped around it for a grip so he wouldn’t fall off. As we made our way up the hill, I asked, ‘Hey Ray, ya wanna take me up to Fairfax in this thing?’
I arrived at the front steps just as Ray’s wife Tammy was clearing the front steps with a snow blower. The thing worked like a champ and made a nice pathway. It became apparent however, as she got to the steps leading to the sidewalk, that the snow blower was going to blow snow all over me, Brian and Mary. We were sitting ducks and Tammy knew it. I think she went over the same area twice just so she could douse us again with snow. I hadn’t fallen down yet all day, and now I had snow in my hair, on my glasses, all over my coat…it looked like I tried to make a snow angel!
Brian, Mary and I made it inside, while Eddie stayed down at the bottom of the hill with his van. He seemed more comfortable there, waiting for Danny. Brian, Mary and I watched the end of the Virginia Tech/Miami basketball game waiting for something to happen at the bottom of the hill. A little after 3:00, Danny arrived in his pickup truck. I was still inside the house, so I heard all of this second-hand. Apparently, once Danny saw the slope of the hill and the icy conditions, he decided even his truck wasn’t gonna do the trick. After some discussion, it was decided that Danny would use his tow-chains and straps and secure the vehicle, and Ray’s dually would do the towing. I happened to look outside as the dually was pulling Eddie’s van as if it were a caboose or a matchbox car…no problem whatsoever. When I saw that, I reached for my coat and gloves, ‘I guess we are going somewhere tonight.’
Danny said he was on call 24 hours, and if we happened to get stuck once we got into Eddie’s neighborhood, he told us to call him, no matter how late it might be. With many thanks to Ray, Tammy, Maverick, Danny and all the neighbors who helped, offered opinions, or simply stood outside to watch, we were on our way to Fairfax…though not before Tammy yelled out to me, ‘Hey Barry! Tell Eddie he owes me a bottle of Captain Morgan!’
‘When do you want it?’ I asked.
Maverick answered for her, ‘She wants it NOW! She always wants it now!!’ I laughed hard at that, said a last round of thank-yous and got in the van. I was already tired, and the road trip hadn’t even begun yet.
The roads were excellent for every moment of our trip up, apart from my hill. We were a little behind schedule but managed to arrive in town around 5:30, stopped at a Fuddruckers for dinner and around 6:30, made our way to the venue. I had been up a long time already, had given up more than once to the fact that we were not gonna make this show. I have to say, for the first time in a long while, the simple act of finding a parking space and negotiating the iced-over parking lot to get inside…that was a very rewarding feeling; and we still had a SHOW to see!!
As Eddie and I walked into the venue, the attendant saw we had floor seats and said, ‘You guys can head over there to the right to Guest Services, and they’ll let you take the elevator down to the floor.’ I wasn’t planning on taking the elevator, but once it became an option, I was all for it. So, we walked to Guest Services, and the individual there told us to double-back halfway to the elevator. We made it there around 7:00. We saw a small queue of fans waiting and talking with staff. It was here we learned that there was indeed an opener before Trace went onstage, so since he wouldn’t be starting at 7:30, I was relieved and whatever stress I had about getting to my seat before the house lights went out was gone. I didn’t care if I missed all of opener Sarah Buxton’s set.
In front of us waiting for the elevator was a veteran in a wheelchair; happily grasping a backstage ‘Meet & Greet’ pass he received from Trace earlier in the day when Trace visited Walter Reed Medical Center. Two women waiting with us were trying to hide their envy, but I just said, ‘That’s very cool! Enjoy it, that sounds awesome!’ not at all wanting to belittle his moment.
We took the elevator down, and we were dropped directly backstage, amid amps, road cases, guitars and road crew members. I’ve done this at least a dozen times before, so I was very calm and collected, acting as if I was just walking to my cubicle in my office, but I admit, it’s still a bit of a rush to be backstage, even if you don’t see any celebs. I’m someone who loves to see a show from the front row, but would enjoy it maybe even more from the road crew’s point of view under the stage. I’m fascinated to see how a show gets put together.
We made it to our seats, on the floor on stage right, and, as I looked and saw the stage and view from our vantage point, I said out loud, ‘Damn good seats!’ I decided at the last second before leaving the van to put on my coat, so I was wearing a t-shirt, a dress shirt and a heavy coat. As soon as I found my seat, the coat and dress shirt came off. Mom would have been proud that I at least wore a coat inside the building.
Part Two: The Actual SHOW Review
Sarah Buxton took the stage with her guitarist and a percussionist for a quick acoustic set. She’s a new artist with her debut CD arriving February 23. Her single ‘Outside My Window’ has been on country radio and video channels since August, so I at least knew one song. I looked over at Eddie two songs in and said, ‘This is what Taylor Swift hath wrought…record execs are now looking for the female singer who can play guitar and they’re trying to catch lightening in a bottle again, leading to a slew of blonde-haired Taylor-esque wannabes.’ Sarah’s attractive and she can sing okay, but the songs sounded far too similar to be interesting.
As soon as Sarah ended her set, a video screen dropped down above center stage and the volume suddenly got pushed up to eleven. The pre-show video to introduce Trace Adkins was a five minute comedy piece about the perils encountered by the performer while trying to ‘make it to the show.’ After the day Eddie and I had experienced, parts of it rang too true.
The first thing that struck me as Trace appeared center stage in silhouette was how tall he was. He’s listed as the co-headliner on this tour with Martina so his set was close to an hour, and it was packed full of his biggest hits. In a show full of lights, screens, video montages, the only thing Trace had to do to make the girls scream was sing a note or two in the low growl he’s famous for, all the rest is just window dressing. His voice was impeccable and helped mask what at times was an uneven sound mix during his set.
Yes the ladies love Trace, but he managed to keep the guys interested too by showing scenes from his videos while he sang. If you’re unaware, his videos tend to be a bit racy, very suggestive, and always humorous.
Trace didn’t really talk to the crowd much until about five songs into the set, introducing ‘All I Ask For Anymore’ by saying it was up for a Grammy, ‘but the Grammys are tonight so I don’t guess I’m gonna go.’
Highlights for me were ‘You’re Gonna Miss This’, for it’s sweet sentiment and great lyric, and ‘Honky Tonk Badonk-a-Donk’, for it’s sweet sentiment and…nah! Truthfully, his entire set was great, and, even with all the lights and effects, he is one of those artists that can grab your attention with just a guitar and a microphone. I look forward to seeing him again when the tour comes to Richmond in March. Plus, it made me smile to see Trace give his hat to a young fan at the end of his set. In case you were wondering, he looks entirely different with the hat off!
And now…onto the reason why we were all there in the first place: Martina.
The pre-show music before Martina went on was a dance remix medley of some of her songs. It was a strange intro, and I kept waiting for the Cher song ‘Believe’ to start, because the remix used the same rhythm and drum track. I soon realized why this was the intro, because the remix track would morph into the introduction to her song ‘Ride’. It made for a nice transition, albeit one that was unexpected.
Martina elevated on a lift to center stage, and looked stunning. [Fashion report: She wore a sequined blouse, very tight leather pants and very high heels. Pics will be added to the review soon!] I had heard a lot from Eddie about how great a live vocalist Martina is, so I was expecting a lot. Thankfully she did not disappoint. Once she got to the crescendo in ‘Ride’, hit the note and held it, I knew it was gonna be all I had hoped.
Martina’s stage includes ten high-definition video screens of varying size, used to create a backdrop of live shots or video montages. It was proof that, even though this is a ‘country’ show, the production takes all of its cues from rock tours: Lots of effects, screens, confetti, [hmmm…I wonder where they got that idea from?] and one show-stopping prop.
The moment I had waited for, one I had known about since the tour began in November but kept quiet about and never spilled to Eddie, was when Martina took a seat on a huge blue half-moon as it elevated over the stage, past the stage and then over the crowd before resting behind the soundboard in the middle of the arena. It was a spectacle that any KISS fan would be proud of and hard pressed to top. She sang ‘Concrete Angel’ as she ‘flew’ above the crowd, the landing of the showpiece timed perfectly with the conclusion of the song.
From the mini-stage behind the soundboard, she waved to the fans way in the back and up top and sang ‘Anyway’ and ‘Love Is The Only House/Blessed’. Then, she quickly darted behind the soundboard and under the floor for a quick costume change while the band played an extended intro to ‘This One’s For The Girls.’ I fully expected her to run from one end of the arena to the other – under the floor and stage and then ‘magically’ reappear onstage to sing ‘This One’s For The Girls’ but, she surprised me again. Martina appeared, this time in front of the soundboard, at floor level! Not too far away from me and Eddie at all! She then walked the length of the floor from the soundboard to the stage steps, shaking hands, waving and taking gifts fans had made for her, all the while singing one of her signature tunes. It was a moment that drove home the special connection that country fans and artists have with one another and how much each needs the other, even if it appears a bit dangerous to get out and ‘press the flesh’ of the fans. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.
Like I said, the show was full of spectacle, but before I wrap this up, I must mention what was the absolute highlight of the night for me: Before the moon prop made its appearance, Martina and her band did a pair of acoustic songs. One was the Kris Kristofferson classic ‘Help Me Make It Through The Night’ and that was followed by my favorite song from her latest album, a sad love song called ‘I’m Trying.’ Even with the spectacle, it really was all about her voice, pure and simple. The props were nice but, had the show been simply her band playing acoustic behind her for 90 minutes while she belted out songs, it would have impressed just as much.
The only head-scratching puzzling moment of the night came when the encores were over and I realized that she wasn’t going to play ‘I Just Call You Mine’, perhaps her biggest crossover hit. I don’t know why it was dropped, and I hope it’s back in the show when she comes to Richmond. Even so, the show was amazing and well worth the Herculean effort Eddie had to make to get us there.
Lastly, thanks again to Ray, Tammy, Danny, Maverick, Brian and Mary, Tucker for letting us use her van, my mom for understanding why we had to go, even though she thought we were crazy…and most importantly thanks to Eddie for everything.
This one was memorable for many things…and we have many more shows to see this year!
Set lists from Wikipedia, with some edits made by me to reflect the actual set list:
Trace Adkins
1. "I Got My Game On"
2. "Swing"
3. "Songs About Me
4. "I Wanna Feel Something"
5. "All I Ask For Anymore"
6. "Marry for Money"
7. "Chrome"
8. "Rough & Ready"
9. "You're Gonna Miss This"
10. "Hot Mama"
11. "Ladies Love Country Boys"
12. "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk"
Encore
13. "Muddy Water"
14. "Keep On"
Martina McBride
"Ride"
"When God-Fearin' Women Get the Blues"
"Happy Girl"
"Walk Away"
"Wild Angels"
"My Baby Loves Me"
"Wrong Baby Wrong Baby Wrong"
“Whatever You Say”
"Lean On Me"
"Help Me Make It Through the Night"
"I'm Trying"
"Concrete Angel"
“Anyway”
"Love's The Only House"/"Blessed"
"This One's For The Girls"
"You're Not Leaving Me"
"A Broken Wing"
"Independence Day"
Encore
"Livin' On A Prayer"
- Barry
02.03.10
My thoughts on The Grammys [Originally posted on FB 02.02.10]
I was at a Martina McBride show in Fairfax on Sunday night [I’ll post a story about that show later] so I missed The Grammys when they aired live, but I did TiVo them. It was the first time I actually planned to watch the telecast since The Police reunited and kicked off the show in 2007. So here, a few days later, are my thoughts on The Grammys:
First, understand that I am not objective. I'm very biased when it comes to certain artists.
As I stated on Facebook Monday afternoon moments after seeing the opening ‘surprise duet’ featuring Elton John and Lady GaGa, I really think these two should do a tour together. I can totally see GaGa singing inspired versions of “The Bitch Is Back” and “Dirty Girl” and Elton could sing “Boys Boys Boys” and get away with it. It was a great performance, an inspired pairing and…without a doubt THE moment of the evening. Not that the rest of the show was bad, it just didn’t top Elton and GaGa.
Beyonce never disappoints, and her performance of “If I Were A Boy” was stellar. I need not say anymore about her, just watch the performance if you haven’t seen it yet. That says it all.
Pink. My God…how does she do that?? And, where’d the water come from?
The duet between Mary J. Blige and Andrea Bocelli was another ‘only at The Grammys’ moment that worked like a charm. Impressive interpretation of one of my all time faves, ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water.’
One pairing that didn’t really work for me was when Taylor Swift shared the stage with Stevie Nicks. Now, if you’re reading this, you know that I’m a Taylor Swift fan. I think she’s great. Stevie Nicks I’ve never cared for, though I don’t think she’s a bad singer, she’s just not my cup of tea. The two of them singing ‘Rhiannon’ [and the saving grace for me was that they didn’t sing ‘Dreams’] just never seemed to click. Taylor looked visibly nervous and it seemed forced. It wasn’t until she sang a bit of her nominated song, “You Belong With Me” that she seemed at ease and able to enjoy the moment.
I must admit I did not know that the Green Day opus ‘American Idiot’ has already been turned into a stage show and is about to hit Broadway this spring. When the cast of the production joined the band for a version of ’21 Guns’ my initial reaction was to cringe and fast-forward past it. I didn’t though, and I was very pleasantly surprised. The cast has vocal chops, and Green Day showed they can ‘play well with others’ making it a very cool and memorable performance.
All I can say is, I have never ‘gotten’ or understood what The Black Eyed Peas are all about. Fergie’s nice to look at, but that’s about it.
The big problem I had with this year’s telecast was that so many awards, practically ALL of the genre-specific awards were announced before the show went live. I found out [via Twitter] that Lady Antebellum won their category and Taylor won two awards…all before 7:00pm. That’s okay; the Grammys have announced winners off the air for decades. In years past however, when going to commercial, they would have a voice over saying something like, ‘The following winners were announced tonight prior to airtime…’ and give you a list, usually with a photo of said winner taking their Grammy. This year, nothing. I didn’t even know Lady GaGa took home two awards until I saw it Monday night on Entertainment Tonight! No mention of the other non-aired categories, which means classical music was nowhere to be heard or mentioned on the entire three and a half hour show. If The Grammys are an awards show, then tell us who won…ALL the categories. If they wanna focus on performance, then divide it into two nights, one night of speeches and awards, and one night of performances. I also think they need to devote a completely separate night to the ‘Lifetime Achievement’ award recipients. I mean, Leonard Cohen gets a Lifetime Achievement Grammy, and he gets a sixty second mention by Seal, whose primary job is to introduce Pink. Come on. I know you’re pressed for time, so make it another show, but the Lifetime Achievement and Trustees recipients deserve their moment.
RE: Censorship. I understand the need to censor bad language on live TV, but CBS must be very skittish since the FCC fined them for that infamous ‘wardrobe malfunction’ because, cutting an entire audio feed so much so that you think you’re surround sound system is failing is bad television. They could have just had Drake, Eminem and Lil Wayne come out on stage, say their names and wave instead of the ‘silent’ song they tried to rap. At least those in attendance at the Staples Center heard the song, viewers didn’t.
I think the voters got most of the awards ‘right’. Beyonce won for song of the year and, even though I was hoping Taylor would win, ‘Single Ladies’ really was everywhere. I was thrilled to see Taylor take home Album of the Year, mainly because, for me, her album has been THE album I’ve been playing pretty much non-stop since May. She can sometimes ramble on in excitement when giving acceptance speeches [face it, she’s had a lot of practice lately], but both of her speeches were brief, sweet and very sincere.
I’m glad GaGa won two awards, even though they weren’t televised. We lost out on seeing her give an acceptance speech, but she did give one hell of an ‘If Looks Could Kill’ Stare as they announced the nominees for Album of the Year. I fully expect GaGa to be back next year, maybe taking home a Grammy for ‘Bad Romance’. She’s got a year to think up a costume idea.
Just some thoughts…
--Barry
First, understand that I am not objective. I'm very biased when it comes to certain artists.
As I stated on Facebook Monday afternoon moments after seeing the opening ‘surprise duet’ featuring Elton John and Lady GaGa, I really think these two should do a tour together. I can totally see GaGa singing inspired versions of “The Bitch Is Back” and “Dirty Girl” and Elton could sing “Boys Boys Boys” and get away with it. It was a great performance, an inspired pairing and…without a doubt THE moment of the evening. Not that the rest of the show was bad, it just didn’t top Elton and GaGa.
Beyonce never disappoints, and her performance of “If I Were A Boy” was stellar. I need not say anymore about her, just watch the performance if you haven’t seen it yet. That says it all.
Pink. My God…how does she do that?? And, where’d the water come from?
The duet between Mary J. Blige and Andrea Bocelli was another ‘only at The Grammys’ moment that worked like a charm. Impressive interpretation of one of my all time faves, ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water.’
One pairing that didn’t really work for me was when Taylor Swift shared the stage with Stevie Nicks. Now, if you’re reading this, you know that I’m a Taylor Swift fan. I think she’s great. Stevie Nicks I’ve never cared for, though I don’t think she’s a bad singer, she’s just not my cup of tea. The two of them singing ‘Rhiannon’ [and the saving grace for me was that they didn’t sing ‘Dreams’] just never seemed to click. Taylor looked visibly nervous and it seemed forced. It wasn’t until she sang a bit of her nominated song, “You Belong With Me” that she seemed at ease and able to enjoy the moment.
I must admit I did not know that the Green Day opus ‘American Idiot’ has already been turned into a stage show and is about to hit Broadway this spring. When the cast of the production joined the band for a version of ’21 Guns’ my initial reaction was to cringe and fast-forward past it. I didn’t though, and I was very pleasantly surprised. The cast has vocal chops, and Green Day showed they can ‘play well with others’ making it a very cool and memorable performance.
All I can say is, I have never ‘gotten’ or understood what The Black Eyed Peas are all about. Fergie’s nice to look at, but that’s about it.
The big problem I had with this year’s telecast was that so many awards, practically ALL of the genre-specific awards were announced before the show went live. I found out [via Twitter] that Lady Antebellum won their category and Taylor won two awards…all before 7:00pm. That’s okay; the Grammys have announced winners off the air for decades. In years past however, when going to commercial, they would have a voice over saying something like, ‘The following winners were announced tonight prior to airtime…’ and give you a list, usually with a photo of said winner taking their Grammy. This year, nothing. I didn’t even know Lady GaGa took home two awards until I saw it Monday night on Entertainment Tonight! No mention of the other non-aired categories, which means classical music was nowhere to be heard or mentioned on the entire three and a half hour show. If The Grammys are an awards show, then tell us who won…ALL the categories. If they wanna focus on performance, then divide it into two nights, one night of speeches and awards, and one night of performances. I also think they need to devote a completely separate night to the ‘Lifetime Achievement’ award recipients. I mean, Leonard Cohen gets a Lifetime Achievement Grammy, and he gets a sixty second mention by Seal, whose primary job is to introduce Pink. Come on. I know you’re pressed for time, so make it another show, but the Lifetime Achievement and Trustees recipients deserve their moment.
RE: Censorship. I understand the need to censor bad language on live TV, but CBS must be very skittish since the FCC fined them for that infamous ‘wardrobe malfunction’ because, cutting an entire audio feed so much so that you think you’re surround sound system is failing is bad television. They could have just had Drake, Eminem and Lil Wayne come out on stage, say their names and wave instead of the ‘silent’ song they tried to rap. At least those in attendance at the Staples Center heard the song, viewers didn’t.
I think the voters got most of the awards ‘right’. Beyonce won for song of the year and, even though I was hoping Taylor would win, ‘Single Ladies’ really was everywhere. I was thrilled to see Taylor take home Album of the Year, mainly because, for me, her album has been THE album I’ve been playing pretty much non-stop since May. She can sometimes ramble on in excitement when giving acceptance speeches [face it, she’s had a lot of practice lately], but both of her speeches were brief, sweet and very sincere.
I’m glad GaGa won two awards, even though they weren’t televised. We lost out on seeing her give an acceptance speech, but she did give one hell of an ‘If Looks Could Kill’ Stare as they announced the nominees for Album of the Year. I fully expect GaGa to be back next year, maybe taking home a Grammy for ‘Bad Romance’. She’s got a year to think up a costume idea.
Just some thoughts…
--Barry
AVATAR - A Review [Originally posted on FB 01.24.10]
So often a film is overrun by its own hype and publicity, so much so that, no matter what the final product may be onscreen, the overwhelming memory of the experience is the hype and hyperbole that accompanied the project, rather than the actual story/film itself. I’ve wanted to see ‘AVATAR’ since it opened and, I have believed since I saw the first [of many] trailers that it was either going to redefine film and be a tremendous success, or it was going to fall so flat that it’s failure would equal that of ‘Heaven’s Gate’. [Those of you under 35, Google that and you’ll get my point.]
Well, the box office has shown that it will be a success, but…is it any good?
First things first, I saw this in Digital 3D and, I have to admit, my depth perception is so poor that most of the effects were lost on me, but that really didn’t matter. This was one of those very few film experiences where you truly are transported to a new world, visually stunning and almost excruciating in its detail. At the outset, I heard many people complain about the almost three hour length of the film, but once the characters landed on the futuristic planet Pandora, my outside world disappeared and the time flew by as if it were a three minute coaster ride.
I also admit that I see the film thru a very specific narrow prism. Once the main character, Jake Sully [portrayed by Sam Worthington], who is a paraplegic, awakens as his blue AVATAR, with limbs in tact, and realizes he is able to walk and even run in this new world, Pandora…once I saw that I was sold. I’ve had dreams similar to that moment so, if there’s an alternate universe where I can go with a body ‘in tact’, paint me blue and sign me up.
Now on to the story, which has gotten very mixed reviews among critics and friends I have talked to. I have to say, as a whole, the story works very well. It may be a bit heavy handed and even one-sided, but for the purposes of this film, I think it’s supposed to be one sided, showing and telling the events from the perspective of the natives of Pandora. Are the military portrayed as the ‘men in black hats’? Yes they are, almost to the point of comical caricature. That may be the only fault I have with the film [along with the excessive and unnecessary use of slow motion]. I would have liked to have seen a more ‘humanistic’ portrayal of the Colonel [played to the hilt by Stephen Lang].
Even with the somewhat unbalanced story-telling, the film is a sight to behold, and the plot works. It’s an excellent David v. Goliath or ‘Rocky’ underdog tale and it works because the inhabitants of Pandora have you believing in them and rooting for them. ‘Star Wars’ had the Force. AVATAR has ‘Eywah’, Pandora’s embodiment of faith and spirit. Politics of the plot aside, for me the tagline from this story is a line that’s almost thrown away in a voice over by the main character: ‘All energy is borrowed and someday you have to give it back.’
AVATAR may indeed be the ‘game changer’ that industry people tout it to be. If that’s the case and every action film we see for the next ten years is predominantly CGI based, I hope the future writers of those tales don’t forget that ‘the play [or story] is the thing.’ This movie [I won’t use the word epic] was a joy to watch on many levels, but it worked and moved me because the story of two beings in love was able to be heard above the din of the guns and arrows, and able to shine above the dizzying colors of the Technicolor world they inhabited.
‘Sooner or later, you always have to wake up.’
--Barry
01.24.10
Well, the box office has shown that it will be a success, but…is it any good?
First things first, I saw this in Digital 3D and, I have to admit, my depth perception is so poor that most of the effects were lost on me, but that really didn’t matter. This was one of those very few film experiences where you truly are transported to a new world, visually stunning and almost excruciating in its detail. At the outset, I heard many people complain about the almost three hour length of the film, but once the characters landed on the futuristic planet Pandora, my outside world disappeared and the time flew by as if it were a three minute coaster ride.
I also admit that I see the film thru a very specific narrow prism. Once the main character, Jake Sully [portrayed by Sam Worthington], who is a paraplegic, awakens as his blue AVATAR, with limbs in tact, and realizes he is able to walk and even run in this new world, Pandora…once I saw that I was sold. I’ve had dreams similar to that moment so, if there’s an alternate universe where I can go with a body ‘in tact’, paint me blue and sign me up.
Now on to the story, which has gotten very mixed reviews among critics and friends I have talked to. I have to say, as a whole, the story works very well. It may be a bit heavy handed and even one-sided, but for the purposes of this film, I think it’s supposed to be one sided, showing and telling the events from the perspective of the natives of Pandora. Are the military portrayed as the ‘men in black hats’? Yes they are, almost to the point of comical caricature. That may be the only fault I have with the film [along with the excessive and unnecessary use of slow motion]. I would have liked to have seen a more ‘humanistic’ portrayal of the Colonel [played to the hilt by Stephen Lang].
Even with the somewhat unbalanced story-telling, the film is a sight to behold, and the plot works. It’s an excellent David v. Goliath or ‘Rocky’ underdog tale and it works because the inhabitants of Pandora have you believing in them and rooting for them. ‘Star Wars’ had the Force. AVATAR has ‘Eywah’, Pandora’s embodiment of faith and spirit. Politics of the plot aside, for me the tagline from this story is a line that’s almost thrown away in a voice over by the main character: ‘All energy is borrowed and someday you have to give it back.’
AVATAR may indeed be the ‘game changer’ that industry people tout it to be. If that’s the case and every action film we see for the next ten years is predominantly CGI based, I hope the future writers of those tales don’t forget that ‘the play [or story] is the thing.’ This movie [I won’t use the word epic] was a joy to watch on many levels, but it worked and moved me because the story of two beings in love was able to be heard above the din of the guns and arrows, and able to shine above the dizzying colors of the Technicolor world they inhabited.
‘Sooner or later, you always have to wake up.’
--Barry
01.24.10
'This Is It' -- A Movie Review [Originally posted on FB 11.17.09]
When I heard that Michael Jackson's estate and AEG Live were going to release a film chronicling the rehearsals for what was supposed to be the 'This Is It' tour, I initially felt as if they were 'stealing the pennies from a dead man's eyes', looking to make a very fast buck in an attempt to recoup money.
Happily, I could not have been more wrong.
I admit, when this tour was announced in April, with fifty planned shows at London's O2 Arena, I thought 'No way he'll be able to do that, he's a shadow of his former self.'
Again, I could not have been more wrong.
This film shows Jackson running through production numbers and trying out effects in what was to be the running order set list for the fully produced show. Some elements are more produced than others, including a wonderful sequence during 'Smooth Criminal' that inserts MJ into gangster films with Humphrey Bogart, Rita Hayworth and Edward G. Robinson. Yes, I was skeptical when it began, but by the end of that sequence it became apparent that, had he lived, Michael would have delivered an amazing show that would have silenced most of his critics.
And that's what the overwhelming feeling is while watching: 'What might have been...?' As a performer, when at his best, there was no equal. And seeing just the rehearsals for this tour, I walked out feeling cheated because the tour never came to be. I also asked myself repeatedly as I watched, 'If he was THIS together onstage, what was going on in his personal life that led to his death?' because, there's no hint of confusion or weakness. He is always soft spoken when speaking with the director and crew, never cross and able to get his point across without questioning or berating anyone.
Jackson's music is pure nostalgia for me. I was a fan during the Thriller era and stopped paying attention to his music after I was disappointed with the 'Bad' album in 1987. I remember around that time that he gave an interview to a magazine and said that he wanted his music 'to be listened to and loved two hundred years from now, like Mozart.' When I read that, I laughed. Seeing this film as a wonderful eulogy, and seeing how kids who weren't even alive when Jackson put out his best material enjoy his classics, I think now that he may have been right, and some of his music may indeed prove timeless.
Lastly I must mention Kenny Ortega, tour director and the force behind getting this film released. He did a wonderful job editing this movie so it never gets bogged down in 'tech speak' but instead quickly moves from one great song to another. Even if you're not a fan of Michael Jackson, if you're a performer, or enjoy seeing art take shape before your eyes, go see this film. It is worth the time and the price of a ticket to celebrate what he was as a performer, and more importantly, what could have been had he not left so soon.
"Hold for applause...hold for applause...and fade out.'
-- Barry
Happily, I could not have been more wrong.
I admit, when this tour was announced in April, with fifty planned shows at London's O2 Arena, I thought 'No way he'll be able to do that, he's a shadow of his former self.'
Again, I could not have been more wrong.
This film shows Jackson running through production numbers and trying out effects in what was to be the running order set list for the fully produced show. Some elements are more produced than others, including a wonderful sequence during 'Smooth Criminal' that inserts MJ into gangster films with Humphrey Bogart, Rita Hayworth and Edward G. Robinson. Yes, I was skeptical when it began, but by the end of that sequence it became apparent that, had he lived, Michael would have delivered an amazing show that would have silenced most of his critics.
And that's what the overwhelming feeling is while watching: 'What might have been...?' As a performer, when at his best, there was no equal. And seeing just the rehearsals for this tour, I walked out feeling cheated because the tour never came to be. I also asked myself repeatedly as I watched, 'If he was THIS together onstage, what was going on in his personal life that led to his death?' because, there's no hint of confusion or weakness. He is always soft spoken when speaking with the director and crew, never cross and able to get his point across without questioning or berating anyone.
Jackson's music is pure nostalgia for me. I was a fan during the Thriller era and stopped paying attention to his music after I was disappointed with the 'Bad' album in 1987. I remember around that time that he gave an interview to a magazine and said that he wanted his music 'to be listened to and loved two hundred years from now, like Mozart.' When I read that, I laughed. Seeing this film as a wonderful eulogy, and seeing how kids who weren't even alive when Jackson put out his best material enjoy his classics, I think now that he may have been right, and some of his music may indeed prove timeless.
Lastly I must mention Kenny Ortega, tour director and the force behind getting this film released. He did a wonderful job editing this movie so it never gets bogged down in 'tech speak' but instead quickly moves from one great song to another. Even if you're not a fan of Michael Jackson, if you're a performer, or enjoy seeing art take shape before your eyes, go see this film. It is worth the time and the price of a ticket to celebrate what he was as a performer, and more importantly, what could have been had he not left so soon.
"Hold for applause...hold for applause...and fade out.'
-- Barry
KISS and their ARMY roll thru Hampton like a tank! Review 10.16.09 [Originally posted on FB 10.19.09]
I’ve been fortunate enough to see over 20 shows in 2009, all of them special for their own reasons. I think it’s fitting that the last show of my 2009 Concert Year was KISS. I haven’t seen them in concert since July 2000 on what was then called ‘The Farewell Tour.’ Original members Peter Criss and Ace Frehley were gone by 2001, so I figured the days of me seeing KISS in concert were over [I skipped their tour stop in Va. Beach in 2004 because I really wasn’t interested].
Then something happened.
Seeing all of these great shows this year made me realize, no matter how great a concert is, be it Springsteen, Morrissey or even Sir Paul McCartney, there really is nothing like a KISShow. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have loved every show I have seen this year, and I have had many unforgettable moments. It all made me realize that, as much of a KISS purist as I thought I was, I wanted to see them onstage again, maybe for nostalgia’s sake, maybe just to say ‘Thank You’ and ‘Goodbye.’ So, after thinking about it for days, I bit the bullet and bought floor seats to see them at the always raucous Hampton Coliseum on Friday.
I hadn’t really gotten excited about seeing them yet. In fact when the alarm clock sounded Friday morning, as I woke up and started my day I actually said out loud, ‘Oh right. I’m seeing KISS tonight!’
I saw this show with my friend Eddie. He’s seen McCartney, Springsteen and U2 with me this year, so, knowing we’ve both seen some ‘mega-shows’ and knowing the current lineup that makes up KISS, I really did not know what to expect. I think I was actually nervous, hopeful I’d see a good show and it wouldn’t sour the memories I have of shows past, or be a poor impersonation of what’s come before. That’s what I was thinking about, and we hadn’t even found a place to park outside the venue yet!
SPOILER ALERT!! If you are planning to see KISS on this tour, STOP READING if you don’t want to know some specifics.
Okay. You’ve been warned.
We got inside and quickly found our seats on the floor. I had forgotten that the Hampton Coliseum, unlike it’s counterparts in Richmond and Norfolk, has access directly to the floor, so I didn’t have to navigate any stairs. That was a big plus.
The first thing I noticed was there were SO many little kids made up in face paint. I mean, I remember seeing kids at the Reunion and Farewell tour shows, but this time around, it seemed like KISS was a family ticket. When that happened in 1979 it was seen as being the tell-tale sign of KISS being uncool. Thirty years later though, I think it was very cool to see so many young faces, all of them much younger than almost every song they would hear. I saw that as affirmation that KISS is more than a band, bigger than Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley, and probably something that will still be going on long after Stanley and Simmons finally decide to put away their platform boots.
The show started, as almost all of them have since 1975, with the declaration that we ‘wanted the best’ and we ‘got the best.’ While that may not exactly be true, I was ready to believe. The opening riff of ‘Deuce’ roared, a blast of pyro erupted, and the madness began.
A lot has changed in the nine years since I last saw KISS, namely of course the absence of Ace and Peter. It’s funny. Back in 1982, they released one of their better albums, ‘Creatures of the Night’. The album tanked on the charts and critics dismissed KISS as passé in the wake of new wave and ‘NWOBHM’ [New Wave of British Heavy Metal]. Paul Stanley said fans and critics alike were ‘listening with their eyes’ and the makeup at that point seemed very dated, so it came off. As I watched Eric Singer and Tommy Thayer onstage, I realized that I could be guilty of the same thing. I miss Ace and Peter, but they aren’t coming back. This lineup is musically the most talented and ferocious, maybe ever. Tommy is no Ace Frehley, but he does a fine job of playing the riffs and tries very hard to bring his own style to some of the solos, though he plays them note for note like Ace did a long time ago. So, after once swearing them off as a live act when Peter was dismissed, I now was fully ready to accept Eric and Tommy and this new phase of KISSTORY.
Now, some show specifics:
Paul’s voice: Luckily this show came after two off days, so Paul’s voice was in fine form for most of the show. First moment of ‘Uh oh, he shouldn’t have tried that’ was the scream in the new song ‘Modern Day Delilah’, which he only attempted half-heartedly.
That whole ‘Alive 35’ thing: The premise of the tour at the outset was to play the classic album ‘KISS ALIVE!’ from start to finish. Well, from the first show on the tour that idea went out the window with certain songs from the album being omitted from the live set. Now this marked my 16th KISShow and, going in, I had two songs I wanted to hear live for the first time [not counting unplugged versions played on the 1994 KISSKON tour]. Those songs were ‘Got To Choose’ and ‘C’mon and Love Me’, both featured on ‘KISS ALIVE!’ so I figured I had a good shot at hearing them. ‘Got To Choose’ is song three on side one of the ALIVE! record so, after ‘Deuce’ and ‘Strutter’ and some stage banter, I was all geared up to hear that song. Well, they ‘skipped’ ahead to side FOUR of the album, thereby throwing this whole ‘ALIVE’ recreated premise out the window. They did play both songs, but I had to laugh at not getting what I expected. It wouldn’t be the last time that evening.
Gene: Greasepaint really is an amazing thing. When Simmons is onstage wielding his Axe Bass, spitting fire and blood, even taking flight to the rafters, he truly is ‘The Demon’ and you forget this is the same guy who is at times a bumbling idiot on a reality television show. I didn’t think I would be able to take him seriously again onstage. I’m very glad I was wrong.
Eric Singer: For me, Eric was the star of the show. His drumming just brings an amazing power and attitude to the band’s live set. He is one of the best drummers around and proves it every time he gets behind the kit. He may be wearing Peter’s makeup, but I don’t think he’s in Peter’s shadow anymore.
Tommy Thayer: He is a very talented guitarist. There was only one moment where I felt uncomfortable and that was during his feature solo spot, complete with the Ace trademark rocket-launcher prop. I just thought to myself, ‘Couldn’t he get his own trick?’ but I know that fans expect certain things from a KISShow, so, I know why he does the effect, I just wish he didn’t. Otherwise, he nailed all the solos on all the songs. I miss Ace, but I don’t miss Ace’s sometimes sloppy playing. The only reference I can make for non-KISS fans as a comparison is one involving the television show ‘Friends’. There’s an episode where Ross is making a list of ‘Pros and Cons’ of two women, Rachel and Emily. The only ‘Con’ in Emily’s column is ‘She’s not Rachel.’ That’s how I feel about Tommy. He’s great at what he does and he is the guitarist in KISS now. It’s just, he’s not Ace.
The set: It leaned very heavy on stuff from 1974-75 so I got to hear some great songs not played in a long time like ‘She’ and ‘Parasite’. This however marked the first KISShow I can remember where ‘Calling Dr. Love’ wasn’t played [They would play it the next night in South Carolina in place of ‘C’mon and Love Me’ so, I think I won!]. Also, no ‘God of Thunder’ was a surprise, though not missed honestly. The biggest surprise of the night though came during the encores when ‘Lick It Up’ morphed into The Who’s ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again’, complete with a Keith Moon-esque solo from Singer. It marked the first time in ages that a KISShow threw me a curveball like that. I stood there, mouthing ‘Oh my God!!” as I began to recognize the Townshend riff. I hope that moment stays in the set for the remainder of the tour.
All in all, I was blown away at how great the show was. I knew it wasn't going to be as euphoric as The Reunion Tour or as life-altering as one night on the Farewell Tour was for me but KISS still use more pyro and confetti than any other band out there and they still deliver what the fans want: Two hours of fist raising, sing along arena rock and roll. Given the current economic climate, there’s nothing wrong with that.
This lineup of KISS could go on for a long time. I’ll be there when they come back around.
That’s a promise.
Thanks to Eddie for attending this show with me, it’s one I will always remember. And to Anthony and Leigh Anne from Ohio: It was a pleasure meeting you and seeing what turned out to be a great show with you.
Set list:
1. Deuce
2. Strutter
3. Let Me Go, Rock 'N' Roll
4. Hotter Than Hell
5. Got To Choose
6. Modern Day Delilah
7. C’mon and Love Me
8. She [with Tommy Solo]
9. Parasite
10. 100,000 Years [with Eric Drum Solo]
11. I Love It Loud [Gene Bass Solo]
12. Black Diamond
13. Rock And Roll All Nite
Encores:
14. Shout It Out Loud
15. Lick It Up
16. Cold Gin
17. Love Gun
18. Detroit Rock City
Then something happened.
Seeing all of these great shows this year made me realize, no matter how great a concert is, be it Springsteen, Morrissey or even Sir Paul McCartney, there really is nothing like a KISShow. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have loved every show I have seen this year, and I have had many unforgettable moments. It all made me realize that, as much of a KISS purist as I thought I was, I wanted to see them onstage again, maybe for nostalgia’s sake, maybe just to say ‘Thank You’ and ‘Goodbye.’ So, after thinking about it for days, I bit the bullet and bought floor seats to see them at the always raucous Hampton Coliseum on Friday.
I hadn’t really gotten excited about seeing them yet. In fact when the alarm clock sounded Friday morning, as I woke up and started my day I actually said out loud, ‘Oh right. I’m seeing KISS tonight!’
I saw this show with my friend Eddie. He’s seen McCartney, Springsteen and U2 with me this year, so, knowing we’ve both seen some ‘mega-shows’ and knowing the current lineup that makes up KISS, I really did not know what to expect. I think I was actually nervous, hopeful I’d see a good show and it wouldn’t sour the memories I have of shows past, or be a poor impersonation of what’s come before. That’s what I was thinking about, and we hadn’t even found a place to park outside the venue yet!
SPOILER ALERT!! If you are planning to see KISS on this tour, STOP READING if you don’t want to know some specifics.
Okay. You’ve been warned.
We got inside and quickly found our seats on the floor. I had forgotten that the Hampton Coliseum, unlike it’s counterparts in Richmond and Norfolk, has access directly to the floor, so I didn’t have to navigate any stairs. That was a big plus.
The first thing I noticed was there were SO many little kids made up in face paint. I mean, I remember seeing kids at the Reunion and Farewell tour shows, but this time around, it seemed like KISS was a family ticket. When that happened in 1979 it was seen as being the tell-tale sign of KISS being uncool. Thirty years later though, I think it was very cool to see so many young faces, all of them much younger than almost every song they would hear. I saw that as affirmation that KISS is more than a band, bigger than Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley, and probably something that will still be going on long after Stanley and Simmons finally decide to put away their platform boots.
The show started, as almost all of them have since 1975, with the declaration that we ‘wanted the best’ and we ‘got the best.’ While that may not exactly be true, I was ready to believe. The opening riff of ‘Deuce’ roared, a blast of pyro erupted, and the madness began.
A lot has changed in the nine years since I last saw KISS, namely of course the absence of Ace and Peter. It’s funny. Back in 1982, they released one of their better albums, ‘Creatures of the Night’. The album tanked on the charts and critics dismissed KISS as passé in the wake of new wave and ‘NWOBHM’ [New Wave of British Heavy Metal]. Paul Stanley said fans and critics alike were ‘listening with their eyes’ and the makeup at that point seemed very dated, so it came off. As I watched Eric Singer and Tommy Thayer onstage, I realized that I could be guilty of the same thing. I miss Ace and Peter, but they aren’t coming back. This lineup is musically the most talented and ferocious, maybe ever. Tommy is no Ace Frehley, but he does a fine job of playing the riffs and tries very hard to bring his own style to some of the solos, though he plays them note for note like Ace did a long time ago. So, after once swearing them off as a live act when Peter was dismissed, I now was fully ready to accept Eric and Tommy and this new phase of KISSTORY.
Now, some show specifics:
Paul’s voice: Luckily this show came after two off days, so Paul’s voice was in fine form for most of the show. First moment of ‘Uh oh, he shouldn’t have tried that’ was the scream in the new song ‘Modern Day Delilah’, which he only attempted half-heartedly.
That whole ‘Alive 35’ thing: The premise of the tour at the outset was to play the classic album ‘KISS ALIVE!’ from start to finish. Well, from the first show on the tour that idea went out the window with certain songs from the album being omitted from the live set. Now this marked my 16th KISShow and, going in, I had two songs I wanted to hear live for the first time [not counting unplugged versions played on the 1994 KISSKON tour]. Those songs were ‘Got To Choose’ and ‘C’mon and Love Me’, both featured on ‘KISS ALIVE!’ so I figured I had a good shot at hearing them. ‘Got To Choose’ is song three on side one of the ALIVE! record so, after ‘Deuce’ and ‘Strutter’ and some stage banter, I was all geared up to hear that song. Well, they ‘skipped’ ahead to side FOUR of the album, thereby throwing this whole ‘ALIVE’ recreated premise out the window. They did play both songs, but I had to laugh at not getting what I expected. It wouldn’t be the last time that evening.
Gene: Greasepaint really is an amazing thing. When Simmons is onstage wielding his Axe Bass, spitting fire and blood, even taking flight to the rafters, he truly is ‘The Demon’ and you forget this is the same guy who is at times a bumbling idiot on a reality television show. I didn’t think I would be able to take him seriously again onstage. I’m very glad I was wrong.
Eric Singer: For me, Eric was the star of the show. His drumming just brings an amazing power and attitude to the band’s live set. He is one of the best drummers around and proves it every time he gets behind the kit. He may be wearing Peter’s makeup, but I don’t think he’s in Peter’s shadow anymore.
Tommy Thayer: He is a very talented guitarist. There was only one moment where I felt uncomfortable and that was during his feature solo spot, complete with the Ace trademark rocket-launcher prop. I just thought to myself, ‘Couldn’t he get his own trick?’ but I know that fans expect certain things from a KISShow, so, I know why he does the effect, I just wish he didn’t. Otherwise, he nailed all the solos on all the songs. I miss Ace, but I don’t miss Ace’s sometimes sloppy playing. The only reference I can make for non-KISS fans as a comparison is one involving the television show ‘Friends’. There’s an episode where Ross is making a list of ‘Pros and Cons’ of two women, Rachel and Emily. The only ‘Con’ in Emily’s column is ‘She’s not Rachel.’ That’s how I feel about Tommy. He’s great at what he does and he is the guitarist in KISS now. It’s just, he’s not Ace.
The set: It leaned very heavy on stuff from 1974-75 so I got to hear some great songs not played in a long time like ‘She’ and ‘Parasite’. This however marked the first KISShow I can remember where ‘Calling Dr. Love’ wasn’t played [They would play it the next night in South Carolina in place of ‘C’mon and Love Me’ so, I think I won!]. Also, no ‘God of Thunder’ was a surprise, though not missed honestly. The biggest surprise of the night though came during the encores when ‘Lick It Up’ morphed into The Who’s ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again’, complete with a Keith Moon-esque solo from Singer. It marked the first time in ages that a KISShow threw me a curveball like that. I stood there, mouthing ‘Oh my God!!” as I began to recognize the Townshend riff. I hope that moment stays in the set for the remainder of the tour.
All in all, I was blown away at how great the show was. I knew it wasn't going to be as euphoric as The Reunion Tour or as life-altering as one night on the Farewell Tour was for me but KISS still use more pyro and confetti than any other band out there and they still deliver what the fans want: Two hours of fist raising, sing along arena rock and roll. Given the current economic climate, there’s nothing wrong with that.
This lineup of KISS could go on for a long time. I’ll be there when they come back around.
That’s a promise.
Thanks to Eddie for attending this show with me, it’s one I will always remember. And to Anthony and Leigh Anne from Ohio: It was a pleasure meeting you and seeing what turned out to be a great show with you.
Set list:
1. Deuce
2. Strutter
3. Let Me Go, Rock 'N' Roll
4. Hotter Than Hell
5. Got To Choose
6. Modern Day Delilah
7. C’mon and Love Me
8. She [with Tommy Solo]
9. Parasite
10. 100,000 Years [with Eric Drum Solo]
11. I Love It Loud [Gene Bass Solo]
12. Black Diamond
13. Rock And Roll All Nite
Encores:
14. Shout It Out Loud
15. Lick It Up
16. Cold Gin
17. Love Gun
18. Detroit Rock City
KISS' new CD Sonic Boom -- A Review [Originally posted on FB 10.08.09]
This isn’t going to be easy.
First, I admit upfront that I cannot be, nor claim to be objective when it comes to discussing KISS. I have 32+ years of baggage, miles, celebrations and memories tied to the band and the music, so I see everything, good and bad, through the wonderfully distorted prism of fandom. I’ve loved them, hated them, defended them, questioned motives and at times thought it was time to put KISS to bed and call it a long, loud career.
As long as you know that as you read, we’ll get along fine. Now, onto the review of, oh my god I can’t believe it…a NEW KISS ALBUM!
‘Sonic Boom’ is in many ways, one of the strongest records KISS has released. Does it match the ferocity and fun of classics like ‘Rock And Roll Over’ or ‘Destroyer’? Not a chance. Is it better than most of their 80’s catalog? Absolutely.
KISS now consists of Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley, Eric Singer [wearing Peter Criss’ makeup] on drums and Tommy Thayer [sporting the makeup of Ace Frehley] on lead guitar. Many fans, your dear reviewer included, had a real problem seeing other people wearing the makeup of original members. That being said, this lineup is probably the most musically talented since 1992, when Simmons, Stanley and Singer had Bruce Kulick on guitar.
The songwriting on this record is really much better than I had ever hoped. Now, don’t think that means KISS have matured all that much, they’re still singing about girls, sex, rock and roll and the celebration of being able to rock 35 years into their career.
Some specifics:
‘Modern Day Delilah’ was the lead single and kicks off the disc. I admit, I didn’t think much of the song upon first listen, but, after hearing it a few times, it really is a strong track with great harmonies and a great vocal from Paul. The star of the track though, even perhaps the star of the record is Eric Singer. His drumming adds a zeal and energy that has been absent…well since he last worked in the studio with KISS in 1992. Now, I love Peter Criss and he will always be ‘the drummer in KISS’ but, Eric’s a better drummer, and his talent carries the entire project.
You want a timeline of how long KISS has been around? In 1988, Poison released a song called ‘Nothin’ But A Good Time’ a song that many KISS fans thought sounded very much like classic KISS. Now, twenty-one years later on the song ‘Never Enough’, KISS ‘borrow’ almost note for note, the riff from ‘Nothin’ But A Good Time.’ Is it possible for Poison to sue KISS for a song they stole from KISS in the first place?
Gene Simmons is now 60 years old. I say that as a fact, and maybe, just maybe, to let Gene know that people really don’t want to hear him sing lines like ‘Baby, it’s time to take off your clothes’. The song, ‘Yes I Know [Nobody’s Perfect]’ has a fun chorus and is damn catchy. It’s just when Gene starts pleading with the woman to ‘take off her clothes’, what sounded in 1976 like a plausible plot sounds now like a desperate, creepy old man. I like the song as a whole, but that lyric creeps me out.
‘Stand’ is the most interesting song for me on the record. It could have been written in the 1980s and been a throwaway track on ‘Crazy Nights’ or even ‘Asylum’ and I would have hated it. I think again the musicianship, the harmonies and even Paul’s vocal [where he can’t really scream the notes at times] all work to make it a great listen, a song that could be part of the live show if the band felt like flexing their musical muscle by playing new stuff on tour. It’s tailor made for the audience to sing along to, but doesn’t sound too calculating.
Now, a word about Tommy Thayer. I applaud him for stepping into Ace Frehley’s imposing platforms when asked. He’s not a bad guitarist at all. And, truth be told, if you tell Tommy to play a Les Paul through the same amplifier setup that Ace uses, it’s gonna sound a lot like Ace Frehley. The problem I have with Thayer’s playing on almost all of the solos is it sounds as if someone cut and pasted classic Frehley solos from the 70’s in ProTools and told Tommy to play them. The only truly original sounding solo on the disc is ‘Modern Day Delilah.’ Everything that follows from the lead guitarist leans too heavily on past KISS glories. As I listened, I could pick out riffs, sometimes even entire solos, which sounded like classic KISSongs. ‘She’ for example seems to be a favorite template for Thayer as, on almost every song, you can hear moments from him that sound like that song from 1975.
Now, the lyrics are strong for the most part, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t some eye-roll inducing moments. For example, the entire chorus to ‘Danger Us’ which goes, [say it with me now]: ‘Danger You / Danger Me / Danger Us.’ Again, a catchy song, but the chorus should have been rewritten long before it was recorded. The other moment that made me laugh when I first heard it was, from ‘Hot and Cold, when the line [originally featured on a KISS Lick It Up Tour T-shirt in 1983] ‘If it’s too loud, you’re too old’ is sung with a straight face. Well, I guess if they’re gonna steal lyrics from KISS T-shirts, better to use that one than the one featured on KISSKON shirts in 1994: ‘F*** You! You Blew It!’
In a move that some might question, Eric and Tommy each get to sing lead on a song. Eric’s ‘All For The Glory’ is good but not great. It comes off as a reworking of the same theme addressed in the song ‘We Are One.’ Tommy’s ‘Lightening Strikes’ is the one song I just can’t warm up to on the record. His vocal sounds like a much younger Gene Simmons, and it’s not bad. It just isn’t interesting to listen to. I will say that it is at least listenable. The same can’t be said for when Bruce Kulick sang lead on a song on the ‘Carnival of Souls’ album in 1996, so Tommy has that going for him.
The disc closes with perhaps Paul’s best vocal of the project, ‘Say Yeah’, another song that would work in the live show if they wanted to add it. The one drawback from Paul throughout the entire album is, often he sounds like he’s struggling to hit notes that he could hit just a few years ago. It’s not his fault; I just think some of the songs are a bit too high for Paul to pull off his vocal feats of old. Again, it’s 2009, not 1976.
If someone had told me in 1979, when ‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’ was racing up the charts and on the radio, that a version of KISS would still be recording music in 2009, I would have thought they were insane. I’m glad they are still around and putting out music that doesn’t [for the most part] embarrass me. Nothing will equal the nadir of their studio career in embarrassment, the classless, stupid ‘Let’s Put The ‘X’ in Sex.’ They’ve come a long way since then, but not so far that they don’t sound like KISS.
KISS is indeed the virus that has infected rock and roll, and it can’t be killed.
I must be sick. I’m [still] a KISS fan.
PS- A word about the re-recorded KISS KLASSICS disc included with ‘Sonic Boom’: Why do this? What’s the point? The recordings aren’t bad but won’t get much airtime on my iPod, in favor of the classic versions I grew up with. Look for this re-recorded album to be re-released with the crowd noise from ‘KISS ALIVE II’ added and titled ‘KISS ALIVE IX’ or whatever version they’re up to by now. -- BH
First, I admit upfront that I cannot be, nor claim to be objective when it comes to discussing KISS. I have 32+ years of baggage, miles, celebrations and memories tied to the band and the music, so I see everything, good and bad, through the wonderfully distorted prism of fandom. I’ve loved them, hated them, defended them, questioned motives and at times thought it was time to put KISS to bed and call it a long, loud career.
As long as you know that as you read, we’ll get along fine. Now, onto the review of, oh my god I can’t believe it…a NEW KISS ALBUM!
‘Sonic Boom’ is in many ways, one of the strongest records KISS has released. Does it match the ferocity and fun of classics like ‘Rock And Roll Over’ or ‘Destroyer’? Not a chance. Is it better than most of their 80’s catalog? Absolutely.
KISS now consists of Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley, Eric Singer [wearing Peter Criss’ makeup] on drums and Tommy Thayer [sporting the makeup of Ace Frehley] on lead guitar. Many fans, your dear reviewer included, had a real problem seeing other people wearing the makeup of original members. That being said, this lineup is probably the most musically talented since 1992, when Simmons, Stanley and Singer had Bruce Kulick on guitar.
The songwriting on this record is really much better than I had ever hoped. Now, don’t think that means KISS have matured all that much, they’re still singing about girls, sex, rock and roll and the celebration of being able to rock 35 years into their career.
Some specifics:
‘Modern Day Delilah’ was the lead single and kicks off the disc. I admit, I didn’t think much of the song upon first listen, but, after hearing it a few times, it really is a strong track with great harmonies and a great vocal from Paul. The star of the track though, even perhaps the star of the record is Eric Singer. His drumming adds a zeal and energy that has been absent…well since he last worked in the studio with KISS in 1992. Now, I love Peter Criss and he will always be ‘the drummer in KISS’ but, Eric’s a better drummer, and his talent carries the entire project.
You want a timeline of how long KISS has been around? In 1988, Poison released a song called ‘Nothin’ But A Good Time’ a song that many KISS fans thought sounded very much like classic KISS. Now, twenty-one years later on the song ‘Never Enough’, KISS ‘borrow’ almost note for note, the riff from ‘Nothin’ But A Good Time.’ Is it possible for Poison to sue KISS for a song they stole from KISS in the first place?
Gene Simmons is now 60 years old. I say that as a fact, and maybe, just maybe, to let Gene know that people really don’t want to hear him sing lines like ‘Baby, it’s time to take off your clothes’. The song, ‘Yes I Know [Nobody’s Perfect]’ has a fun chorus and is damn catchy. It’s just when Gene starts pleading with the woman to ‘take off her clothes’, what sounded in 1976 like a plausible plot sounds now like a desperate, creepy old man. I like the song as a whole, but that lyric creeps me out.
‘Stand’ is the most interesting song for me on the record. It could have been written in the 1980s and been a throwaway track on ‘Crazy Nights’ or even ‘Asylum’ and I would have hated it. I think again the musicianship, the harmonies and even Paul’s vocal [where he can’t really scream the notes at times] all work to make it a great listen, a song that could be part of the live show if the band felt like flexing their musical muscle by playing new stuff on tour. It’s tailor made for the audience to sing along to, but doesn’t sound too calculating.
Now, a word about Tommy Thayer. I applaud him for stepping into Ace Frehley’s imposing platforms when asked. He’s not a bad guitarist at all. And, truth be told, if you tell Tommy to play a Les Paul through the same amplifier setup that Ace uses, it’s gonna sound a lot like Ace Frehley. The problem I have with Thayer’s playing on almost all of the solos is it sounds as if someone cut and pasted classic Frehley solos from the 70’s in ProTools and told Tommy to play them. The only truly original sounding solo on the disc is ‘Modern Day Delilah.’ Everything that follows from the lead guitarist leans too heavily on past KISS glories. As I listened, I could pick out riffs, sometimes even entire solos, which sounded like classic KISSongs. ‘She’ for example seems to be a favorite template for Thayer as, on almost every song, you can hear moments from him that sound like that song from 1975.
Now, the lyrics are strong for the most part, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t some eye-roll inducing moments. For example, the entire chorus to ‘Danger Us’ which goes, [say it with me now]: ‘Danger You / Danger Me / Danger Us.’ Again, a catchy song, but the chorus should have been rewritten long before it was recorded. The other moment that made me laugh when I first heard it was, from ‘Hot and Cold, when the line [originally featured on a KISS Lick It Up Tour T-shirt in 1983] ‘If it’s too loud, you’re too old’ is sung with a straight face. Well, I guess if they’re gonna steal lyrics from KISS T-shirts, better to use that one than the one featured on KISSKON shirts in 1994: ‘F*** You! You Blew It!’
In a move that some might question, Eric and Tommy each get to sing lead on a song. Eric’s ‘All For The Glory’ is good but not great. It comes off as a reworking of the same theme addressed in the song ‘We Are One.’ Tommy’s ‘Lightening Strikes’ is the one song I just can’t warm up to on the record. His vocal sounds like a much younger Gene Simmons, and it’s not bad. It just isn’t interesting to listen to. I will say that it is at least listenable. The same can’t be said for when Bruce Kulick sang lead on a song on the ‘Carnival of Souls’ album in 1996, so Tommy has that going for him.
The disc closes with perhaps Paul’s best vocal of the project, ‘Say Yeah’, another song that would work in the live show if they wanted to add it. The one drawback from Paul throughout the entire album is, often he sounds like he’s struggling to hit notes that he could hit just a few years ago. It’s not his fault; I just think some of the songs are a bit too high for Paul to pull off his vocal feats of old. Again, it’s 2009, not 1976.
If someone had told me in 1979, when ‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’ was racing up the charts and on the radio, that a version of KISS would still be recording music in 2009, I would have thought they were insane. I’m glad they are still around and putting out music that doesn’t [for the most part] embarrass me. Nothing will equal the nadir of their studio career in embarrassment, the classless, stupid ‘Let’s Put The ‘X’ in Sex.’ They’ve come a long way since then, but not so far that they don’t sound like KISS.
KISS is indeed the virus that has infected rock and roll, and it can’t be killed.
I must be sick. I’m [still] a KISS fan.
PS- A word about the re-recorded KISS KLASSICS disc included with ‘Sonic Boom’: Why do this? What’s the point? The recordings aren’t bad but won’t get much airtime on my iPod, in favor of the classic versions I grew up with. Look for this re-recorded album to be re-released with the crowd noise from ‘KISS ALIVE II’ added and titled ‘KISS ALIVE IX’ or whatever version they’re up to by now. -- BH
U2 360 Tour: Charlottesville, VA at UVA's Scott Stadium 10.01.09 [Originally posted on FB 10.03.09]
Thursday night brought to an end my five shows in eight days. [9/24-10/01]. I couldn’t think of a better, bigger way to end it than seeing U2, once called ‘the most important band in the world’ by Rolling Stone, at UVA’s Scott Stadium, with my friend Eddie on his birthday-eve.
Playing a college town always promises a fun energetic show. As the opener, ‘Breathe’ came to an end, Bono asked ‘Is Mister Jefferson in the house?’ and then the band kicked into ‘Get On Your Boots.’ The great thing about seeing this band live for me was, the songs on the new record that sounded somewhat average in their recorded versions [‘Get On Your Boots’ and ‘Magnificent’ among them] came alive with a crackle of electricity that only the live setting can provide. It made me listen again to the new record and appreciate it more.
U2 has always done things BIG. This tour is no exception, with a set that takes six [!] days to construct and uses almost every one of the one hundred yards of the football field. Called the ‘360 Degree Tour’, the focal point of the set [apart from the musicians onstage of course] is the screen. The 360-degree screen is visible from anywhere in the stadium and not only showed video from the stage, but as the show progressed, it turned into a huge gallery of multi-colored light-squares, and then the video image onstage was viewed through that lighted prism. It was a spectacular effect and stunning to watch.
The setlist leaned heavy on the new album, but there were enough classics to keep everyone happy. I told Eddie as we entered the gates to the venue that I didn’t really have one song I had to hear, ‘but it would be cool to hear ‘New Year’s Day’’ [I intentionally have not been reading set lists since the tour started so as to be surprised]. When The Edge began that piano intro, I screamed and sang at the top of my lungs. Had the show been too much and the power gone out at that point, I still would have been happy, but there was more.
Bono has never shied away from delivering a message with his music. For me, the most stirring moment of the show came during another U2 classic, ‘Sunday Bloody Sunday.’ Originally written about war in Ireland, Bono claimed it on this night for ‘the non-violent revolution happening on the streets of Iran.’ The video screen then showed footage of protesters in Iran, some beaten and bloodied, behind the green background of the Iranian flag. It was a sobering reminder that it seems the more things change, the more they stay the same.
I expected a message; I just didn’t expect it to move me quite so much.
Walking out of the venue, the thought that kept spinning around my head was that ‘Yes, the world is indeed small enough that anyone and everyone can change it. I/We just have to DO SOMETHING and START NOW.’ I know of no other rock show that has left me feeling like that. After seeing them, I dare you to be cynical.
U2 are a band like no other. They are able to rock, make you think, make you smile, and hopefully spring you into a positive action of your own.
Setlist [courtesy of U2.com]:
Breathe
Get on Your Boots
Mysterious Ways
Beautiful Day
No Line on the Horizon
Magnificent
Elevation
Your Blue Room
New Year's Day
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
Stuck In A Moment
Unforgettable Fire
City of Blinding Lights
Vertigo
I'll Go Crazy - Remix
Sunday Bloody Sunday
MLK
Walk On** [REALLY glad I heard this one. One of my faves]
One
Where The Streets Have No Name
Encore 1:
Ultraviolet
With or Without You
Encore 2:
Moment of Surrender
Playing a college town always promises a fun energetic show. As the opener, ‘Breathe’ came to an end, Bono asked ‘Is Mister Jefferson in the house?’ and then the band kicked into ‘Get On Your Boots.’ The great thing about seeing this band live for me was, the songs on the new record that sounded somewhat average in their recorded versions [‘Get On Your Boots’ and ‘Magnificent’ among them] came alive with a crackle of electricity that only the live setting can provide. It made me listen again to the new record and appreciate it more.
U2 has always done things BIG. This tour is no exception, with a set that takes six [!] days to construct and uses almost every one of the one hundred yards of the football field. Called the ‘360 Degree Tour’, the focal point of the set [apart from the musicians onstage of course] is the screen. The 360-degree screen is visible from anywhere in the stadium and not only showed video from the stage, but as the show progressed, it turned into a huge gallery of multi-colored light-squares, and then the video image onstage was viewed through that lighted prism. It was a spectacular effect and stunning to watch.
The setlist leaned heavy on the new album, but there were enough classics to keep everyone happy. I told Eddie as we entered the gates to the venue that I didn’t really have one song I had to hear, ‘but it would be cool to hear ‘New Year’s Day’’ [I intentionally have not been reading set lists since the tour started so as to be surprised]. When The Edge began that piano intro, I screamed and sang at the top of my lungs. Had the show been too much and the power gone out at that point, I still would have been happy, but there was more.
Bono has never shied away from delivering a message with his music. For me, the most stirring moment of the show came during another U2 classic, ‘Sunday Bloody Sunday.’ Originally written about war in Ireland, Bono claimed it on this night for ‘the non-violent revolution happening on the streets of Iran.’ The video screen then showed footage of protesters in Iran, some beaten and bloodied, behind the green background of the Iranian flag. It was a sobering reminder that it seems the more things change, the more they stay the same.
I expected a message; I just didn’t expect it to move me quite so much.
Walking out of the venue, the thought that kept spinning around my head was that ‘Yes, the world is indeed small enough that anyone and everyone can change it. I/We just have to DO SOMETHING and START NOW.’ I know of no other rock show that has left me feeling like that. After seeing them, I dare you to be cynical.
U2 are a band like no other. They are able to rock, make you think, make you smile, and hopefully spring you into a positive action of your own.
Setlist [courtesy of U2.com]:
Breathe
Get on Your Boots
Mysterious Ways
Beautiful Day
No Line on the Horizon
Magnificent
Elevation
Your Blue Room
New Year's Day
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
Stuck In A Moment
Unforgettable Fire
City of Blinding Lights
Vertigo
I'll Go Crazy - Remix
Sunday Bloody Sunday
MLK
Walk On** [REALLY glad I heard this one. One of my faves]
One
Where The Streets Have No Name
Encore 1:
Ultraviolet
With or Without You
Encore 2:
Moment of Surrender
Alice Cooper's Theatre of Death at The National 09.29.09 [Originally posted on FB 10.03.09]
Remember when you were a little kid at the amusement park for the first time, and all you wanted to do was ride the big roller coaster? You know the one with the corkscrew turns, loops and the darkened tunnel? You talked big, so when it came time to ride, you couldn’t back down, you got strapped in and held on tight. It was exhilarating, exciting, freeing…and it scared the hell out of you.
Well, my musical equivalent of that experience dates back to when I was about seven years old and, one night on television, I saw a video of an Alice Cooper concert from 1973. I was already, at that very young impressionable age, a fan of another band that wore makeup, but seeing Alice walk to the guillotine to be decapitated…it was exhilarating, exciting…and it scared the hell out of me.
Alice brought his ‘Theatre of Death’ tour to The National Tuesday night, and the surprises started early. As the lights went down on a boisterous crowd, a blaring school bell rang, and the show kicked off with ‘School’s Out’. By third song, ‘I’m Eighteen’ had been played, knocking out both encores before anyone had broken a sweat. I looked over at the person next to me and said ‘Hang on, all bets are off!’
I could run through the number of times and ways that Alice was ‘killed’ onstage, but honestly, if you’ve never seen him, you wouldn’t understand. I will say that a highlight for me was hearing ‘The Ballad of Dwight Fry’, complete with the straight-jacket. On previous tours, Alice would scamper around the stage, eluding actors portraying doctors and nurses, escape from the straight jacket and sing the next number. This time around though, he was captured and taking to the guillotine and promptly killed. Another highlight was a silhouette strip tease by a red-headed ‘nurse’ (yeah, a redheaded nurse…Alice knows his audience), that in true Alice fashion ended with the nurse being strangled.
In 1975 that was shocking. In 2009, the violence is delivered with a nod and a wink, letting you know that this is almost like a cartoon and Alice is in on the joke. I mean, where else can you raise your fist and sing along to a tale about necrophilia (Cold Ethyl), and not feel like you have to take a shower afterwards? If you take it seriously, then you’re missing the whole point.
That old roller coaster won’t make you scream like when you were a kid, but it’s still a fun ride. Think of this Alice Cooper tour as that coaster, ridden backwards with a blindfold. You may know the ride very well, but you still never see the turns coming, making for a fun and surprising good time.
Setlist [courtesy of the site SickThingsUK.com]:
School's Out (part only) / Department of Youth / Eighteen / Wicked Young Man / Ballad of Dwight Fry / Go To Hell / Guilty / Welcome To My Nightmare / Cold Ethyl / Poison / The Awakening / From The Inside (w/ extended instrumental) / Nurse Rozetta / Is It My Body / Be My Lover / Only Women Bleed / I Never Cry / The Black Widow (Instrumental) / Vengeance Is Mine / Devil's Food / Dirty Diamonds / Billion Dollar Babies / Killer / I Love The Dead (excerpt) / No More Mr. Nice Guy / Under My Wheels / Schools Out (full version)
Well, my musical equivalent of that experience dates back to when I was about seven years old and, one night on television, I saw a video of an Alice Cooper concert from 1973. I was already, at that very young impressionable age, a fan of another band that wore makeup, but seeing Alice walk to the guillotine to be decapitated…it was exhilarating, exciting…and it scared the hell out of me.
Alice brought his ‘Theatre of Death’ tour to The National Tuesday night, and the surprises started early. As the lights went down on a boisterous crowd, a blaring school bell rang, and the show kicked off with ‘School’s Out’. By third song, ‘I’m Eighteen’ had been played, knocking out both encores before anyone had broken a sweat. I looked over at the person next to me and said ‘Hang on, all bets are off!’
I could run through the number of times and ways that Alice was ‘killed’ onstage, but honestly, if you’ve never seen him, you wouldn’t understand. I will say that a highlight for me was hearing ‘The Ballad of Dwight Fry’, complete with the straight-jacket. On previous tours, Alice would scamper around the stage, eluding actors portraying doctors and nurses, escape from the straight jacket and sing the next number. This time around though, he was captured and taking to the guillotine and promptly killed. Another highlight was a silhouette strip tease by a red-headed ‘nurse’ (yeah, a redheaded nurse…Alice knows his audience), that in true Alice fashion ended with the nurse being strangled.
In 1975 that was shocking. In 2009, the violence is delivered with a nod and a wink, letting you know that this is almost like a cartoon and Alice is in on the joke. I mean, where else can you raise your fist and sing along to a tale about necrophilia (Cold Ethyl), and not feel like you have to take a shower afterwards? If you take it seriously, then you’re missing the whole point.
That old roller coaster won’t make you scream like when you were a kid, but it’s still a fun ride. Think of this Alice Cooper tour as that coaster, ridden backwards with a blindfold. You may know the ride very well, but you still never see the turns coming, making for a fun and surprising good time.
Setlist [courtesy of the site SickThingsUK.com]:
School's Out (part only) / Department of Youth / Eighteen / Wicked Young Man / Ballad of Dwight Fry / Go To Hell / Guilty / Welcome To My Nightmare / Cold Ethyl / Poison / The Awakening / From The Inside (w/ extended instrumental) / Nurse Rozetta / Is It My Body / Be My Lover / Only Women Bleed / I Never Cry / The Black Widow (Instrumental) / Vengeance Is Mine / Devil's Food / Dirty Diamonds / Billion Dollar Babies / Killer / I Love The Dead (excerpt) / No More Mr. Nice Guy / Under My Wheels / Schools Out (full version)
Thoughts on Lady Gaga, Landmark Theatre 9.28.09 [Originally posted on FB 09.29.09]
Wanted to get some thoughts down, because I am seeing Alice Cooper and U2 later this week, so before it all gets combined in my head, here are some thoughts on tonight's events:
It took five months, three venues and two resceheduled dates, but Richmond finally got to see Lady GaGa, in of all places, the usually reserved and calm Landmark Theatre [Mosque]. Lady GaGa's music, for those of you who don't know it, is dance/techno, so I found it a bit strange and intriguing that the show was at a seated theatre, not sure how the crowd would respond.
Tickets said 8:00...by 8:03, no lie, chants of 'Ga Ga!! Ga Ga!!' started and would echo until the star took the stage around 8:50. I can only compare that to the chant of "Meat! Meat!' I heard before a Meat Loaf show in the 90s.
Wearing a silver, almost aluminum foil-looking outfit, she looked like she stepped out of the film 'Barbarella', opening with 'Paparazzi' which surprised me, as it's her latest single. From the start until the end of the proceedings, the poor ushers [the same somewhat elderly individuals whom I saw Saturday working the Seinfeld show] tried very hard to keep everyone out of the ailses, but, after song two [LoveGame, better known as Disco Stick] I think even the ushers realized it was a lost cause.
Multiple costume changes, multi-media elements, a great live backing band and her troupe of dancers kept everything very high energy. After the first two songs, she apologized for 'missing' Richmond, but announced that the show we were seeing was 'something no one has seen before [it was in fact the staging and setlist that she'll use on the upcoming Fall tour with Kanye West].
Seeing her, comparisons to Madonna must be made, and they are valid. The main difference is, while Madonna [and Britney and Christina] tended to walk the line between teeny-bopper and adult artist when they began, Lady GaGa leaves nothing to the imagination. This is a show for grown ups, no innuendo or implied sexuality, it's upfront with no apologies.
Highlights for me were an exteded version of 'Just Dance' and the closing number 'Poker Face', played in two diffent variations, first alone at the piano, where she seemed to channel both Jerry Lee Lewis [playing the keys with her high heel shoes and legs streched across the entire piano] and Tori Amos. As that version ended, the band returned and the version featured on the album started, ending the show as it began, with a dance party.
Lady GaGa and her touring band/dancers took numerous bows to a standing ovation before she was carried off the stage. She had not been off the stage for more than five seconds before the house lights came up and the pre-show music started back up. Call it The Landmark's way of saying 'Get the heck outta here so we can clean up all this glitter off the seats, and don't even think about an encore!'
She's arena ready and I am certain the tour this fall will be quite impressive. I just hope between now and November, she figures out an encore. That's a must when you play arenas.
One last thing I noticed. Lady GaGa's music seems to touch all kinds of demographics. I saw white, black, latino, men, women, gays, straights, and even a few people considerably older than myself. It's not everyone's cup of tea, but it seems like 'the freaks' have taken GaGa to heart, and that's something I can identify with.
I had a blast and I really look forward to whatever it is she does next.
Thanks to Kelly, Mallory and the girl wearing blue hair and sunglasses for allowing me to cut in line out front.
--Barry
It took five months, three venues and two resceheduled dates, but Richmond finally got to see Lady GaGa, in of all places, the usually reserved and calm Landmark Theatre [Mosque]. Lady GaGa's music, for those of you who don't know it, is dance/techno, so I found it a bit strange and intriguing that the show was at a seated theatre, not sure how the crowd would respond.
Tickets said 8:00...by 8:03, no lie, chants of 'Ga Ga!! Ga Ga!!' started and would echo until the star took the stage around 8:50. I can only compare that to the chant of "Meat! Meat!' I heard before a Meat Loaf show in the 90s.
Wearing a silver, almost aluminum foil-looking outfit, she looked like she stepped out of the film 'Barbarella', opening with 'Paparazzi' which surprised me, as it's her latest single. From the start until the end of the proceedings, the poor ushers [the same somewhat elderly individuals whom I saw Saturday working the Seinfeld show] tried very hard to keep everyone out of the ailses, but, after song two [LoveGame, better known as Disco Stick] I think even the ushers realized it was a lost cause.
Multiple costume changes, multi-media elements, a great live backing band and her troupe of dancers kept everything very high energy. After the first two songs, she apologized for 'missing' Richmond, but announced that the show we were seeing was 'something no one has seen before [it was in fact the staging and setlist that she'll use on the upcoming Fall tour with Kanye West].
Seeing her, comparisons to Madonna must be made, and they are valid. The main difference is, while Madonna [and Britney and Christina] tended to walk the line between teeny-bopper and adult artist when they began, Lady GaGa leaves nothing to the imagination. This is a show for grown ups, no innuendo or implied sexuality, it's upfront with no apologies.
Highlights for me were an exteded version of 'Just Dance' and the closing number 'Poker Face', played in two diffent variations, first alone at the piano, where she seemed to channel both Jerry Lee Lewis [playing the keys with her high heel shoes and legs streched across the entire piano] and Tori Amos. As that version ended, the band returned and the version featured on the album started, ending the show as it began, with a dance party.
Lady GaGa and her touring band/dancers took numerous bows to a standing ovation before she was carried off the stage. She had not been off the stage for more than five seconds before the house lights came up and the pre-show music started back up. Call it The Landmark's way of saying 'Get the heck outta here so we can clean up all this glitter off the seats, and don't even think about an encore!'
She's arena ready and I am certain the tour this fall will be quite impressive. I just hope between now and November, she figures out an encore. That's a must when you play arenas.
One last thing I noticed. Lady GaGa's music seems to touch all kinds of demographics. I saw white, black, latino, men, women, gays, straights, and even a few people considerably older than myself. It's not everyone's cup of tea, but it seems like 'the freaks' have taken GaGa to heart, and that's something I can identify with.
I had a blast and I really look forward to whatever it is she does next.
Thanks to Kelly, Mallory and the girl wearing blue hair and sunglasses for allowing me to cut in line out front.
--Barry
A Rediscovered Gem. Or, 'Oh my God! He's playing lead bass!' [Originally posted on FB 09.12.09
Friday nite my Beatles Mono Box arrived. I will only say that if you haven't bought a version of the remasters yet, Mono is the one to get. Exquisite packaging. So, very late last night, I set up my single disc CD player, which had been unhooked from my stereo system since 2003. I plugged it into an outlet by my bed, used the headphone input and my noise canceling headphones and spent several hours absorbing perhaps the best pop music ever written.
I'll write a full review of the set, but I wanted to share one revelation that brought home how important and how great this remastered set is. I have listened to 'Rubber Soul' thousands of time in all different formats. I like almost every song on the album [never cared for 'What Goes On', sorry Ringo]. So, I've heard the song 'You Won't See Me' countless times. Last night, it was like I finally HEARD it for the first time. Let me explain.
The focal point of the song before last night had always been the piano and the harmony vocals, plus the fact that John's voice cracks repeatedly during the 'Ooh La La La' background vocals. Hearing the song in mono though, with everything in both speakers [finally!] the earth-shattering moment came when I realized that Paul plays lead bass throughout the entire song, leading the changes. The guitar is only used to accent the snare, but the bass [especially on the verses] is all over the place, taking charge but staying funky enough to never play the exact same thing on each verse. It really made me sit back and say out loud 'Oh my God! He's playing lead bass!' and I then listened to the song eight or nine times in a row.
If you have ANY version of the song, cue it up and hear what I am talking about. If you have the stereo disc [old or remaster] the bass is in the left speaker and a bit buried, but you can still hear how much work he's doing. If you have the Mono Box [Lisa! ;)] then cue it up and 'hear it again for the first time.'
Every instrument benefits from the remasters but in my opinion, I think Ringo and Paul benefit most because, probably for the first time since the original 1960s vinyl mono releases, The Beatles have their low end back!
Just wanted to share. I am sure there are other moments like this on every record. There's a lot here to take in.
--Barry
I'll write a full review of the set, but I wanted to share one revelation that brought home how important and how great this remastered set is. I have listened to 'Rubber Soul' thousands of time in all different formats. I like almost every song on the album [never cared for 'What Goes On', sorry Ringo]. So, I've heard the song 'You Won't See Me' countless times. Last night, it was like I finally HEARD it for the first time. Let me explain.
The focal point of the song before last night had always been the piano and the harmony vocals, plus the fact that John's voice cracks repeatedly during the 'Ooh La La La' background vocals. Hearing the song in mono though, with everything in both speakers [finally!] the earth-shattering moment came when I realized that Paul plays lead bass throughout the entire song, leading the changes. The guitar is only used to accent the snare, but the bass [especially on the verses] is all over the place, taking charge but staying funky enough to never play the exact same thing on each verse. It really made me sit back and say out loud 'Oh my God! He's playing lead bass!' and I then listened to the song eight or nine times in a row.
If you have ANY version of the song, cue it up and hear what I am talking about. If you have the stereo disc [old or remaster] the bass is in the left speaker and a bit buried, but you can still hear how much work he's doing. If you have the Mono Box [Lisa! ;)] then cue it up and 'hear it again for the first time.'
Every instrument benefits from the remasters but in my opinion, I think Ringo and Paul benefit most because, probably for the first time since the original 1960s vinyl mono releases, The Beatles have their low end back!
Just wanted to share. I am sure there are other moments like this on every record. There's a lot here to take in.
--Barry
Roller Coasters, Airplanes and Graveyards [Originally posted on FB 09.10.09]
Part One
The last Thursday in August, my best friend’s six year old son Dylan called me up on the phone. Sadly, I was in a restaurant when he called so he had to leave a message. When I returned home and checked my voice mail, I heard something like this:
‘Barry, this is Dylan. I really wish you would go with us to Busch Gardens one day next week. Please? I hope you can. Call back.’
Keep in mind that I have not set foot in an amusement park since August 1994. That’s fifteen years and many many surgeries since I had last attempted to ride a roller coaster. My last trip to an amusement park [King’s Dominion] is most remembered by those who were with me as ‘the time Barry’s cane got dropped by a KD Employee into the Haunted River.’ When that happened, I had to wait around, freezing and wet, while the staff drained the water from the ride to retrieve my cane.
Needless to say, I thought that would be my last trip to any sort of amusement park. But, after hearing Dylan’s message, and the excitement in his voice when I called him back, I told him and his parents [Eddie and Tucker] that I would check with my boss about getting a half day off on Thursday, September 3, almost expecting it not to happen.
Well, I was able to get the time off from work and thus I spent the next few days truly wondering if my body, specifically my knees could handle roller coasters. I mean, I’m nowhere near as limber as I once was, my knees don’t tend to bend when I want them to and, when they do bend, they usually bark at me just make sure I promise never to do that again.
So, Thursday came. I left work at lunch time and the Pickering family [Eddie, Tucker, Dylan and one-year old son Bennett] hit the road for Williamsburg. The weather was perfect, the company was fun and…I was honestly much more nervous than I let on about the whole thing. The main objective was to make sure Dylan had fun.
Usually I hate wheelchairs. My legs work [most of the time] so I tend to choose to walk somewhere rather than use a wheelchair. However, I remembered the last time I went to Busch Gardens [May 1993 for my father’s company picnic] that the park has a whole lot of hills so, I mentioned as soon as things were set and we had a date planned that I would need to rent a chair. Once we arrived at the park, the staff was so great that I won’t even mention that it costs $15 and you have to reserve the chair 24 hours in advance.
Busch Gardens offered a disability discount so, while I expected to pay about $45 for a day ticket, I got in the park for $29. Good deal. Also, Busch Gardens allows those individuals in wheelchairs to enter a ride via the exit ramp and, once they get on the ride, they get to ride twice before getting out of the car. Kings Dominion offered this when I was a season’s pass holder in the 80s so I was glad to see that the practice had not changed.
Okay, first things first. Dylan wanted to ride the Loch Ness Monster with me, so we hit that ride first. It took a bit of doing to get situated in the car, but it was relatively quick. Of course Dylan wanted to ride in the front car, so, here I was, a coaster veteran of the past, riding for the first time in fifteen years, wondering if my knees would allow me to leave the car once it was over…and we get to ride twice!
The Loch Ness Monster has been around since 1978. I’ve ridden it many times in the past so I knew what to expect. I told myself ‘Everything will be fine, once we get past that first loop.’ Then the first loop came. The G-force was so much that my neck basically stayed down, looking at the floor on the loops, but once we were thru that, and as the rest of the ride finished, I thought to myself, ‘Okay…I think I can still do this!’ By the second ride of the Loch Ness, I knew I was gonna be able to have fun and ride everything just fine. The knees might bark some, but they would survive.
Next on the agenda was The Big Bad Wolf, a ride that sadly had its last run on Labor Day, being torn down to make room for new ride. Now, I had ridden the Big Bad Wolf years ago but didn’t remember much about it. The thing I’ll take away from it now is the ride has to have the deepest car seats to get into. I seriously did not think I was gonna be able to actually get into the car. With help from Eddie, I managed to get in [and thankfully, out] of the car but I knew, even if Dylan asked again, I wasn’t going to ride this more than one go round, [two times around in one sitting].
Those two rides are the only major roller-coaster rides that Dylan is able to ride at this point, due to height. So, he’s not yet able to ride Griffon, Alpengiest or Apollo’s Chariot. Feeling torn, Eddie and I decided to ride Griffon because Eddie ‘wanted me to feel the drop of a lifetime.’
So, Eddie and I go up the exit ramp and they ask Eddie where he would like to sit and he says ‘the front’ before I can say anything. I figure ‘What the hell? You’ll live, right?’ The great thing about all the other coasters except Wolf and Loch Ness is that the seats are like bicycle seats. You slide into them and a harness goes around your shoulders, or in the case of Apollo’s Chariot, around your waist. These seats are a breeze for me to get into, and I sincerely hope that all future roller coasters are built with these kinds of seats.
The Griffon was a phenomenal ride, expertly building anticipation, letting you hang for a good seven seconds, staring down at nothing but pavement, before sending you 90 degrees straight down at god knows how many miles per hour. The rush was spectacular and even before the ride ended, I was already looking forward to a second go-around. Let it be noted that The Griffon is perhaps the smoothest thrill ride ever made. It doesn’t jar or shake you around. Like I said, my favorite and the best ride in the park. Check it out if you dare.
Alpengiest was a good ride, similar to the Griffon but more jarring. And Apollo’s Chariot was a blast mainly because the restraint meets you at the hips, leaving your upper body free. All five coasters are top notch and it was well worth the price of admission.
I had a great time hanging out with Dylan, Tucker and Eddie, and ‘racing’ Bennett in his stroller. Funnel cake was had by the end of the day, capping off a great day out.
Thanks to Dylan for inviting me, Tuck and Eddie for coming along, and thanks to Bennett for smiling all day long. I hope to go back soon.
And seriously, ride The Griffon. You’ll thank me later.
Part Two
The very next day, Friday September 4, I flew to Jacksonville, Florida to visit my friend and former co-worker Jonathan. I worked that day until 3, then ran home, finished packing and, by 5:00 headed to the airport.
My flight left at 7:45. First stop was Atlanta, then my connection to Jacksonville. As luck would have it, Saturday night September 5, Virginia Tech played Alabama in Atlanta, so the flight down to Atlanta was basically me and 170 Hokie/Bama fans. It was a fun, at times boisterous flight. Little did I know that the fireworks really wouldn’t start until we landed.
The plane landed at Hartsfield airport in ATL actually ahead of schedule. It was 9:15 and my next flight left at 10:00. Looking out from my window seat at the city that I usually visit every summer, I really felt strange, almost a sense of betrayal that I wasn’t staying in Atlanta. I truly love the city and I feel a sense of electricity hit me when I’m there. Perhaps the city knew this and, perhaps powers were at work to make me stay longer than planned?
You see, we did in fact land ahead of schedule, however, we kept waiting…and waiting…and waiting to de-board the plane. The command never came because someone could not connect the jet bridge to the plane, so, everyone that had gathered their carry-on luggage and stood in the aisle had to put the luggage back in the bins, get back in their seat and prepare for the pilot to ‘drive’ us to another gate. All told, this took about 40 minutes, I finally got off the plane right at about the time my other flight was scheduled to take off.
Now, I do a lot of things well. Sprinting is not one of them. But, on this night, I came damn close to flat out sprinting down the gateway, getting on the train and jumping on an escalator to get from Gate D to Gate C. As soon as I stepped off the escalator onto concourse C, I started loudly talking to any agent within shouting distance, ‘Has the flight to Jacksonville left yet??!’ I couldn’t get an answer, so I lumbered from gate 25 to gate 19. I was happy to see about six other people standing in front of the front desk and, before I could ask anyone anything, an agent said. ‘William Hall?’ to which I gave a wheezing, ‘Yes’. It wasn’t until he handed me my boarding pass before I comprehended in my frazzled mind that the plane was still on the ground.
I found my seat and, for the first time ever, paid the six dollars for a bloody mary while the plane made its way to my final stop.
We landed 30 minutes late, but I eventually found Jon and we made our way to his new townhouse. I had asked him to buy me a bottle of Grey Goose vodka so we could drink when I landed. He did. We drank and watched Lynyrd Skynyrd DVDs until four in the morning. As an aside, Grey Goose does not cause a hangover the day after. Keep that in mind when shopping for spirits.
If you didn’t know already, Jacksonville, Florida is where most of the original members of Lynyrd Skynyrd grew up and where they formed the band. The city is full of landmarks, legends and myths. Now, in all honesty, I went through my Skynyrd phase from 1989-1991 and had not really listened to them much at all since 1991. That changed in July when I attended a Kid Rock/Skynyrd double bill concert in Va. Beach with Trudy. I enjoyed the show, but I really went for the company. Skynyrd however really impressed me and, hearing songs again that I had not heard since high school made me remember why I liked them in the first place. So when it was decided I would visit Jon in Jacksonville, he decided to turn the weekend into a tour of Skynyrd landmarks and old haunts.
First stop was Jacksonville Gardens Cemetery, where Ronnie Van Zant, Leon Wilkenson and Allen Collins are buried. We chose not to approach Ronnie’s grave, so I took a picture with the zoom. I also got a picture of Leon Wilkenson’s grave, which has to be the gaudiest, loudest and most fitting monument to a true individual.
Second stop was, in some ways the highlight of the whole weekend. Jon drove to the suburb of Orange Park, where the Van Zant’s grew up, and where Ronnie’s father Lacy lived until his death in 2005. We drove down Brickyard Road, a pathway later immortalized by Johnny Van Zant in his hit song of the same name. We drove past the cardboard cutout houses, past the paved portion of the road, to a gravel pathway on the property the Van Zant’s used to call home.
We parked the car and, without either of us saying anything directly, we both whispered for the rest of the time we were walking the pathway, toward the driveway and the foundation of where the house used to stand. To some, it may just be a dead end path with overgrown weeds, dead trees and cracked pavement. To me though, it really did seem like hallowed ground, filled with stories and memories. We spent about 30 minutes there and, I’ll honestly never think of Ronnie Van Zant, or any of the band members the same way after that.
Saturday night, we had a great meal at Crossroads, where the Florida football game was on every television in the place. By the time we sat at our table, Florida had a 14-0 lead. By the time we got our meal, it was 28-0. Florida would win 62-3.
After dinner it was back to the apartment to watch Va. Tech with KISS on the iPod.
Sunday afternoon, we rented a boat and traveled around Doc’s Inlet. At the last minute, I remembered sunscreen and slathered some on. We carried a cooler of soda [and only soda] and got a quick lesson on how to drive the boat, how to start the boat and how to park the boat.
I had a good time on the boat, though I think Jon drove a bit too fast. The capper was a fabulous meal at Whitey’s Fish Camp, where you can tie your boat to a dock and walk in for fresh seafood. I had amazing spiced steamed shrimp and Jon had fried shrimp. The restaurant is known by locals as ‘Ronnie’s hang out’ because, in the 70s, Skynyrd would have band meetings at the restaurant. Once that fact was published in a music magazine, Whitey’s Fish Camp’s place in Rock Lore was secure, even if it wasn’t exactly true.
Sunday night, surprisingly not sunburned; we rested before heading out to see the movie ‘Extract.’ I had only heard that the film was made by Mike Judge, who gave us ‘Office Space’ and ‘Beavis and Butthead’. I did not know that Mila Kunis was in the movie, nor was I aware that Gene Simmons was in the film. All in all, a great cast that had a good story. Some scenes fall flat, but it was still enjoyable, and Mila Kunis is nice to look at no matter the film.
My thanks to Jon for hosting me for the weekend and thanks to his dog Sally for sharing her futon with me.
Travel day Monday went smoothly, although I was exhausted upon my arrival home. My brother Brian and my niece Madison met me at the airport [she wanted to ride the escalators] so I got to see Maddie for a moment before she headed back to her mom in North Carolina.
It was a whirlwind of a long weekend but it was a wonderful way to bid farewell to summer. Thanks again to friends for this past weekend and to friends for this past summer, which was filled with unforgettable moments, phenomenal shows and lasting memories.
--Barry
The last Thursday in August, my best friend’s six year old son Dylan called me up on the phone. Sadly, I was in a restaurant when he called so he had to leave a message. When I returned home and checked my voice mail, I heard something like this:
‘Barry, this is Dylan. I really wish you would go with us to Busch Gardens one day next week. Please? I hope you can. Call back.’
Keep in mind that I have not set foot in an amusement park since August 1994. That’s fifteen years and many many surgeries since I had last attempted to ride a roller coaster. My last trip to an amusement park [King’s Dominion] is most remembered by those who were with me as ‘the time Barry’s cane got dropped by a KD Employee into the Haunted River.’ When that happened, I had to wait around, freezing and wet, while the staff drained the water from the ride to retrieve my cane.
Needless to say, I thought that would be my last trip to any sort of amusement park. But, after hearing Dylan’s message, and the excitement in his voice when I called him back, I told him and his parents [Eddie and Tucker] that I would check with my boss about getting a half day off on Thursday, September 3, almost expecting it not to happen.
Well, I was able to get the time off from work and thus I spent the next few days truly wondering if my body, specifically my knees could handle roller coasters. I mean, I’m nowhere near as limber as I once was, my knees don’t tend to bend when I want them to and, when they do bend, they usually bark at me just make sure I promise never to do that again.
So, Thursday came. I left work at lunch time and the Pickering family [Eddie, Tucker, Dylan and one-year old son Bennett] hit the road for Williamsburg. The weather was perfect, the company was fun and…I was honestly much more nervous than I let on about the whole thing. The main objective was to make sure Dylan had fun.
Usually I hate wheelchairs. My legs work [most of the time] so I tend to choose to walk somewhere rather than use a wheelchair. However, I remembered the last time I went to Busch Gardens [May 1993 for my father’s company picnic] that the park has a whole lot of hills so, I mentioned as soon as things were set and we had a date planned that I would need to rent a chair. Once we arrived at the park, the staff was so great that I won’t even mention that it costs $15 and you have to reserve the chair 24 hours in advance.
Busch Gardens offered a disability discount so, while I expected to pay about $45 for a day ticket, I got in the park for $29. Good deal. Also, Busch Gardens allows those individuals in wheelchairs to enter a ride via the exit ramp and, once they get on the ride, they get to ride twice before getting out of the car. Kings Dominion offered this when I was a season’s pass holder in the 80s so I was glad to see that the practice had not changed.
Okay, first things first. Dylan wanted to ride the Loch Ness Monster with me, so we hit that ride first. It took a bit of doing to get situated in the car, but it was relatively quick. Of course Dylan wanted to ride in the front car, so, here I was, a coaster veteran of the past, riding for the first time in fifteen years, wondering if my knees would allow me to leave the car once it was over…and we get to ride twice!
The Loch Ness Monster has been around since 1978. I’ve ridden it many times in the past so I knew what to expect. I told myself ‘Everything will be fine, once we get past that first loop.’ Then the first loop came. The G-force was so much that my neck basically stayed down, looking at the floor on the loops, but once we were thru that, and as the rest of the ride finished, I thought to myself, ‘Okay…I think I can still do this!’ By the second ride of the Loch Ness, I knew I was gonna be able to have fun and ride everything just fine. The knees might bark some, but they would survive.
Next on the agenda was The Big Bad Wolf, a ride that sadly had its last run on Labor Day, being torn down to make room for new ride. Now, I had ridden the Big Bad Wolf years ago but didn’t remember much about it. The thing I’ll take away from it now is the ride has to have the deepest car seats to get into. I seriously did not think I was gonna be able to actually get into the car. With help from Eddie, I managed to get in [and thankfully, out] of the car but I knew, even if Dylan asked again, I wasn’t going to ride this more than one go round, [two times around in one sitting].
Those two rides are the only major roller-coaster rides that Dylan is able to ride at this point, due to height. So, he’s not yet able to ride Griffon, Alpengiest or Apollo’s Chariot. Feeling torn, Eddie and I decided to ride Griffon because Eddie ‘wanted me to feel the drop of a lifetime.’
So, Eddie and I go up the exit ramp and they ask Eddie where he would like to sit and he says ‘the front’ before I can say anything. I figure ‘What the hell? You’ll live, right?’ The great thing about all the other coasters except Wolf and Loch Ness is that the seats are like bicycle seats. You slide into them and a harness goes around your shoulders, or in the case of Apollo’s Chariot, around your waist. These seats are a breeze for me to get into, and I sincerely hope that all future roller coasters are built with these kinds of seats.
The Griffon was a phenomenal ride, expertly building anticipation, letting you hang for a good seven seconds, staring down at nothing but pavement, before sending you 90 degrees straight down at god knows how many miles per hour. The rush was spectacular and even before the ride ended, I was already looking forward to a second go-around. Let it be noted that The Griffon is perhaps the smoothest thrill ride ever made. It doesn’t jar or shake you around. Like I said, my favorite and the best ride in the park. Check it out if you dare.
Alpengiest was a good ride, similar to the Griffon but more jarring. And Apollo’s Chariot was a blast mainly because the restraint meets you at the hips, leaving your upper body free. All five coasters are top notch and it was well worth the price of admission.
I had a great time hanging out with Dylan, Tucker and Eddie, and ‘racing’ Bennett in his stroller. Funnel cake was had by the end of the day, capping off a great day out.
Thanks to Dylan for inviting me, Tuck and Eddie for coming along, and thanks to Bennett for smiling all day long. I hope to go back soon.
And seriously, ride The Griffon. You’ll thank me later.
Part Two
The very next day, Friday September 4, I flew to Jacksonville, Florida to visit my friend and former co-worker Jonathan. I worked that day until 3, then ran home, finished packing and, by 5:00 headed to the airport.
My flight left at 7:45. First stop was Atlanta, then my connection to Jacksonville. As luck would have it, Saturday night September 5, Virginia Tech played Alabama in Atlanta, so the flight down to Atlanta was basically me and 170 Hokie/Bama fans. It was a fun, at times boisterous flight. Little did I know that the fireworks really wouldn’t start until we landed.
The plane landed at Hartsfield airport in ATL actually ahead of schedule. It was 9:15 and my next flight left at 10:00. Looking out from my window seat at the city that I usually visit every summer, I really felt strange, almost a sense of betrayal that I wasn’t staying in Atlanta. I truly love the city and I feel a sense of electricity hit me when I’m there. Perhaps the city knew this and, perhaps powers were at work to make me stay longer than planned?
You see, we did in fact land ahead of schedule, however, we kept waiting…and waiting…and waiting to de-board the plane. The command never came because someone could not connect the jet bridge to the plane, so, everyone that had gathered their carry-on luggage and stood in the aisle had to put the luggage back in the bins, get back in their seat and prepare for the pilot to ‘drive’ us to another gate. All told, this took about 40 minutes, I finally got off the plane right at about the time my other flight was scheduled to take off.
Now, I do a lot of things well. Sprinting is not one of them. But, on this night, I came damn close to flat out sprinting down the gateway, getting on the train and jumping on an escalator to get from Gate D to Gate C. As soon as I stepped off the escalator onto concourse C, I started loudly talking to any agent within shouting distance, ‘Has the flight to Jacksonville left yet??!’ I couldn’t get an answer, so I lumbered from gate 25 to gate 19. I was happy to see about six other people standing in front of the front desk and, before I could ask anyone anything, an agent said. ‘William Hall?’ to which I gave a wheezing, ‘Yes’. It wasn’t until he handed me my boarding pass before I comprehended in my frazzled mind that the plane was still on the ground.
I found my seat and, for the first time ever, paid the six dollars for a bloody mary while the plane made its way to my final stop.
We landed 30 minutes late, but I eventually found Jon and we made our way to his new townhouse. I had asked him to buy me a bottle of Grey Goose vodka so we could drink when I landed. He did. We drank and watched Lynyrd Skynyrd DVDs until four in the morning. As an aside, Grey Goose does not cause a hangover the day after. Keep that in mind when shopping for spirits.
If you didn’t know already, Jacksonville, Florida is where most of the original members of Lynyrd Skynyrd grew up and where they formed the band. The city is full of landmarks, legends and myths. Now, in all honesty, I went through my Skynyrd phase from 1989-1991 and had not really listened to them much at all since 1991. That changed in July when I attended a Kid Rock/Skynyrd double bill concert in Va. Beach with Trudy. I enjoyed the show, but I really went for the company. Skynyrd however really impressed me and, hearing songs again that I had not heard since high school made me remember why I liked them in the first place. So when it was decided I would visit Jon in Jacksonville, he decided to turn the weekend into a tour of Skynyrd landmarks and old haunts.
First stop was Jacksonville Gardens Cemetery, where Ronnie Van Zant, Leon Wilkenson and Allen Collins are buried. We chose not to approach Ronnie’s grave, so I took a picture with the zoom. I also got a picture of Leon Wilkenson’s grave, which has to be the gaudiest, loudest and most fitting monument to a true individual.
Second stop was, in some ways the highlight of the whole weekend. Jon drove to the suburb of Orange Park, where the Van Zant’s grew up, and where Ronnie’s father Lacy lived until his death in 2005. We drove down Brickyard Road, a pathway later immortalized by Johnny Van Zant in his hit song of the same name. We drove past the cardboard cutout houses, past the paved portion of the road, to a gravel pathway on the property the Van Zant’s used to call home.
We parked the car and, without either of us saying anything directly, we both whispered for the rest of the time we were walking the pathway, toward the driveway and the foundation of where the house used to stand. To some, it may just be a dead end path with overgrown weeds, dead trees and cracked pavement. To me though, it really did seem like hallowed ground, filled with stories and memories. We spent about 30 minutes there and, I’ll honestly never think of Ronnie Van Zant, or any of the band members the same way after that.
Saturday night, we had a great meal at Crossroads, where the Florida football game was on every television in the place. By the time we sat at our table, Florida had a 14-0 lead. By the time we got our meal, it was 28-0. Florida would win 62-3.
After dinner it was back to the apartment to watch Va. Tech with KISS on the iPod.
Sunday afternoon, we rented a boat and traveled around Doc’s Inlet. At the last minute, I remembered sunscreen and slathered some on. We carried a cooler of soda [and only soda] and got a quick lesson on how to drive the boat, how to start the boat and how to park the boat.
I had a good time on the boat, though I think Jon drove a bit too fast. The capper was a fabulous meal at Whitey’s Fish Camp, where you can tie your boat to a dock and walk in for fresh seafood. I had amazing spiced steamed shrimp and Jon had fried shrimp. The restaurant is known by locals as ‘Ronnie’s hang out’ because, in the 70s, Skynyrd would have band meetings at the restaurant. Once that fact was published in a music magazine, Whitey’s Fish Camp’s place in Rock Lore was secure, even if it wasn’t exactly true.
Sunday night, surprisingly not sunburned; we rested before heading out to see the movie ‘Extract.’ I had only heard that the film was made by Mike Judge, who gave us ‘Office Space’ and ‘Beavis and Butthead’. I did not know that Mila Kunis was in the movie, nor was I aware that Gene Simmons was in the film. All in all, a great cast that had a good story. Some scenes fall flat, but it was still enjoyable, and Mila Kunis is nice to look at no matter the film.
My thanks to Jon for hosting me for the weekend and thanks to his dog Sally for sharing her futon with me.
Travel day Monday went smoothly, although I was exhausted upon my arrival home. My brother Brian and my niece Madison met me at the airport [she wanted to ride the escalators] so I got to see Maddie for a moment before she headed back to her mom in North Carolina.
It was a whirlwind of a long weekend but it was a wonderful way to bid farewell to summer. Thanks again to friends for this past weekend and to friends for this past summer, which was filled with unforgettable moments, phenomenal shows and lasting memories.
--Barry
McCartney – FedEx Field 08.01.09 [Originally posted on FB 08.03.09]
McCartney – FedEx Field 08.01.09
Let me say right off the bat that this note is not just a review of the aforementioned concert, but rather a recap of the entire weekend [the exciting bits anyway]. So, here goes.
First I want to thank my boss Frank for convincing me to buy tickets a few days after they went onsale. I didn’t buy tickets immediately because I couldn’t find a ride and didn’t want to spend dough on a concert without a confirmed way to get there. Frank convinced me by saying simply, ‘Michael Jackson is dead, how many more tours will Paul do?’ That sentence repeated in my head for the rest of the workday so, that night while seeing Hank Williams III at the National [July 1], I asked my friend Eddie if he would want to see McCartney. I know Eddie loves music, but, I honestly can’t remember a conversation where the Beatles or McCartney came up, so I was genuinely surprised when he answered with an enthusiastic ‘Hell Yeah!’ So, the ride was secured. The next morning, I bought tickets.
Now, fast forward one month. It’s Saturday around 5:00 in the evening. We’ve checked into the hotel and are looking for some pre-show food. Near our Comfort Inn were a McDonald’s and a Burger King. Since Eddie was driving, I let him choose. He picked McDonald’s and we made our way inside. ‘Wow, I haven’t eaten McDonald’s pre-show since 1988,’ I said. [Rod Stewart on the Out of Order Tour @ The Norfolk Scope] As I got up to the cashier I glanced back at Eddie and asked, ‘What do you want?’ He looks at me and says, ‘Burger King.’ As we exited, I said ‘I STILL haven’t eaten McDonald’s pre-show since 1988,’ which had Eddie in hysterics and became his favorite line of the weekend. That’s why it’s included here in the review.
We arrived at FedEx and quickly found a handicapped parking spot [concerts are really one of the few places where the Handicapped Membership card does have its privileges] and waited for the gates to open. Once they did, we made our way inside and quickly found the Tour Merch stand.
This is where we would spend the next, oh, thirty minutes or so.
I bought a tour shirt, but Eddie’s size was sold out, so, we had to scamper to another nearby stand to ‘hopefully’ find a shirt for him. We got in another line and thankfully found the shirt in his size. Then, it was off to find our seats, but not before paying ten bucks for two bottles of water.
Now, I told you I bought tickets several days after the seats went onsale, so I was fully expecting mediocre seats, already consoling myself by saying ‘at least you’re in the building, enjoy it.’ Little did I know that our seats were going to be only seven rows off the field, slightly stage left, with a great [and I do mean GREAT] view of everything. I sat there in my seat almost stunned that, seven rows below me, some people paid $200 for seats for what I thought was a lesser view than my $90 seat. I still don’t know how I managed to get that lucky.
The tickets said 7:30. And 7:30 came and went. After 8:00 passed, I realized the oldest rule in the book when it comes to stadium shows: Stars don’t show up until it gets dark. So, I knew we had about another hour to wait, but said nothing. No need to be the messenger the masses get mad at.
I must mention that the pre-show music was a disc that alternated between string quartet renditions of Beatle songs and a ‘dance remix’ disc that offered some truly horrid re-workings of McCartney solo/Wings material. Only Paul McCartney could have versions of his own songs played as pre-show music to his own damn show, and get away with it.
Then, just after 9:00, the stadium lights blacked out, the screens went dark and a roar went up. The instantly recognizable lead riff from ‘Drive My Car’ tore into the night, and then we were off.
First, here’s the setlist in full. Take a moment to just soak this in. I get excited all over again just reading it. Hearing this all live was, in a word, unforgettable:
1. Drive My Car
2. Jet
3. Only Mama Knows
4. Flaming Pie
5. Got To Get You Into My Life
6. Let Me Roll It / Foxy Lady
7. Highway
8. The Long and Winding Road
9. My Love
10. Blackbird
11. Here Today
12. Dance Tonight
13. Calico Skies
14. Michelle
15. Mrs Vanderbilt
16. Eleanor Rigby
17. Sing the Changes
18. Band on the Run
19. Back in the U.S.S.R.
20. I'm Down
21. Something
22. I've Got a Feeling
23. Paperback Writer
24. A Day in the Life / Give Peace A Chance
25. Let It Be
26. Live and Let Die
27. Hey Jude
Encore:
28. Day Tripper
29. Lady Madonna
30. I Saw Her Standing There
Encore 2:
31. Yesterday
32. Helter Skelter
33. Get Back
34. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (Reprise)
35. The End
Okay. Now that you know what was played, some thoughts. I was thrilled to hear ‘Only Mama Knows’ from ‘Memory Almost Full’, one of his albums that I listen to often. Another happy surprise for me was the Wings classic ‘Let Me Roll It’, which has one of the meanest riffs at its core, one that truly feels right when blasted over a stadium sound system. And, even though I readily admit that I personally am burned out on ‘Live And Let Die’ and said before the show that I didn’t care if I heard it ever again, I have to say, when heard live Saturday with the expected pyro and surprise fireworks, I wasn’t bored. [That’s the KISS fan in me talking.]
Before I go any further, I must mention Paul’s band, which thankfully still includes ‘Wix’ [Paul Wickens] on keyboards and Abe Laboriel, Jr. on drums. Abe is still a mad man when it comes to the drums and sang the harmonies on almost every song. He’s a star and the band was top-notch. 'Wix' even played the keys with his elbow during 'I'm Down', as a nod to the Shea Stadium show where Lennon did that in disgusted amusement because he couldn't hear a thing.
The most memorable moments for me were the dedications. Paul dedicated ‘My Love’ to Linda, and played 1982’s ‘Here Today’ dedicating it to John [last names aren’t necessary for you, right?]. The greatest though was the ukulele intro of ‘Something’, dedicated to George, as Paul had performed in 2002 at ‘The Concert for George’ [and if you haven’t seen that DVD yet, see it soon!]. After ‘Something’ finished, I don’t think there was not one soul there who at the very least didn’t have a lump in their throat.
Paul McCartney is now 67 years old. He’s one of the few performers who captures both rock music’s glorious past, while still being relevant in today’s ‘scene’. He and Dylan are the only two I can think of from ‘back then’ who are still making new music and performing new music, not because they have a deadline or a contract to fulfill, but because they want to.
We’ve all lived with Paul’s music for most of our lives, so, it really is like visiting an old friend who will play your favorite songs for you. We’ve all got our all time favorites. For me, when ‘Day Tripper’ started, I suddenly had a flashback to when I discovered The Beatles when I found my aunt’s 45 records at the age of five, [summer 1979] one of which was ‘Day Tripper. I also thought about a friend I made in High School named Todd, who has to be the world’s biggest McCartney fan. We spent many a lunch period talking Beatles music. The memories were thick all night long. Saturday night was a vivid reminder that music, unlike almost anything else, can be your time machine.
In short, Paul McCartney is still one of the best at what he does. He knows it. We know it. Let’s hope he keeps doing it for a while longer.
Thanks again to Frank for the convincing, to Eddie for the driving and the company, to the site www.setlist.fm for the set list. And thanks to you for reading.
‘My heart is like a wheel
Let me roll it to you’
Barry
08.03.09
Let me say right off the bat that this note is not just a review of the aforementioned concert, but rather a recap of the entire weekend [the exciting bits anyway]. So, here goes.
First I want to thank my boss Frank for convincing me to buy tickets a few days after they went onsale. I didn’t buy tickets immediately because I couldn’t find a ride and didn’t want to spend dough on a concert without a confirmed way to get there. Frank convinced me by saying simply, ‘Michael Jackson is dead, how many more tours will Paul do?’ That sentence repeated in my head for the rest of the workday so, that night while seeing Hank Williams III at the National [July 1], I asked my friend Eddie if he would want to see McCartney. I know Eddie loves music, but, I honestly can’t remember a conversation where the Beatles or McCartney came up, so I was genuinely surprised when he answered with an enthusiastic ‘Hell Yeah!’ So, the ride was secured. The next morning, I bought tickets.
Now, fast forward one month. It’s Saturday around 5:00 in the evening. We’ve checked into the hotel and are looking for some pre-show food. Near our Comfort Inn were a McDonald’s and a Burger King. Since Eddie was driving, I let him choose. He picked McDonald’s and we made our way inside. ‘Wow, I haven’t eaten McDonald’s pre-show since 1988,’ I said. [Rod Stewart on the Out of Order Tour @ The Norfolk Scope] As I got up to the cashier I glanced back at Eddie and asked, ‘What do you want?’ He looks at me and says, ‘Burger King.’ As we exited, I said ‘I STILL haven’t eaten McDonald’s pre-show since 1988,’ which had Eddie in hysterics and became his favorite line of the weekend. That’s why it’s included here in the review.
We arrived at FedEx and quickly found a handicapped parking spot [concerts are really one of the few places where the Handicapped Membership card does have its privileges] and waited for the gates to open. Once they did, we made our way inside and quickly found the Tour Merch stand.
This is where we would spend the next, oh, thirty minutes or so.
I bought a tour shirt, but Eddie’s size was sold out, so, we had to scamper to another nearby stand to ‘hopefully’ find a shirt for him. We got in another line and thankfully found the shirt in his size. Then, it was off to find our seats, but not before paying ten bucks for two bottles of water.
Now, I told you I bought tickets several days after the seats went onsale, so I was fully expecting mediocre seats, already consoling myself by saying ‘at least you’re in the building, enjoy it.’ Little did I know that our seats were going to be only seven rows off the field, slightly stage left, with a great [and I do mean GREAT] view of everything. I sat there in my seat almost stunned that, seven rows below me, some people paid $200 for seats for what I thought was a lesser view than my $90 seat. I still don’t know how I managed to get that lucky.
The tickets said 7:30. And 7:30 came and went. After 8:00 passed, I realized the oldest rule in the book when it comes to stadium shows: Stars don’t show up until it gets dark. So, I knew we had about another hour to wait, but said nothing. No need to be the messenger the masses get mad at.
I must mention that the pre-show music was a disc that alternated between string quartet renditions of Beatle songs and a ‘dance remix’ disc that offered some truly horrid re-workings of McCartney solo/Wings material. Only Paul McCartney could have versions of his own songs played as pre-show music to his own damn show, and get away with it.
Then, just after 9:00, the stadium lights blacked out, the screens went dark and a roar went up. The instantly recognizable lead riff from ‘Drive My Car’ tore into the night, and then we were off.
First, here’s the setlist in full. Take a moment to just soak this in. I get excited all over again just reading it. Hearing this all live was, in a word, unforgettable:
1. Drive My Car
2. Jet
3. Only Mama Knows
4. Flaming Pie
5. Got To Get You Into My Life
6. Let Me Roll It / Foxy Lady
7. Highway
8. The Long and Winding Road
9. My Love
10. Blackbird
11. Here Today
12. Dance Tonight
13. Calico Skies
14. Michelle
15. Mrs Vanderbilt
16. Eleanor Rigby
17. Sing the Changes
18. Band on the Run
19. Back in the U.S.S.R.
20. I'm Down
21. Something
22. I've Got a Feeling
23. Paperback Writer
24. A Day in the Life / Give Peace A Chance
25. Let It Be
26. Live and Let Die
27. Hey Jude
Encore:
28. Day Tripper
29. Lady Madonna
30. I Saw Her Standing There
Encore 2:
31. Yesterday
32. Helter Skelter
33. Get Back
34. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (Reprise)
35. The End
Okay. Now that you know what was played, some thoughts. I was thrilled to hear ‘Only Mama Knows’ from ‘Memory Almost Full’, one of his albums that I listen to often. Another happy surprise for me was the Wings classic ‘Let Me Roll It’, which has one of the meanest riffs at its core, one that truly feels right when blasted over a stadium sound system. And, even though I readily admit that I personally am burned out on ‘Live And Let Die’ and said before the show that I didn’t care if I heard it ever again, I have to say, when heard live Saturday with the expected pyro and surprise fireworks, I wasn’t bored. [That’s the KISS fan in me talking.]
Before I go any further, I must mention Paul’s band, which thankfully still includes ‘Wix’ [Paul Wickens] on keyboards and Abe Laboriel, Jr. on drums. Abe is still a mad man when it comes to the drums and sang the harmonies on almost every song. He’s a star and the band was top-notch. 'Wix' even played the keys with his elbow during 'I'm Down', as a nod to the Shea Stadium show where Lennon did that in disgusted amusement because he couldn't hear a thing.
The most memorable moments for me were the dedications. Paul dedicated ‘My Love’ to Linda, and played 1982’s ‘Here Today’ dedicating it to John [last names aren’t necessary for you, right?]. The greatest though was the ukulele intro of ‘Something’, dedicated to George, as Paul had performed in 2002 at ‘The Concert for George’ [and if you haven’t seen that DVD yet, see it soon!]. After ‘Something’ finished, I don’t think there was not one soul there who at the very least didn’t have a lump in their throat.
Paul McCartney is now 67 years old. He’s one of the few performers who captures both rock music’s glorious past, while still being relevant in today’s ‘scene’. He and Dylan are the only two I can think of from ‘back then’ who are still making new music and performing new music, not because they have a deadline or a contract to fulfill, but because they want to.
We’ve all lived with Paul’s music for most of our lives, so, it really is like visiting an old friend who will play your favorite songs for you. We’ve all got our all time favorites. For me, when ‘Day Tripper’ started, I suddenly had a flashback to when I discovered The Beatles when I found my aunt’s 45 records at the age of five, [summer 1979] one of which was ‘Day Tripper. I also thought about a friend I made in High School named Todd, who has to be the world’s biggest McCartney fan. We spent many a lunch period talking Beatles music. The memories were thick all night long. Saturday night was a vivid reminder that music, unlike almost anything else, can be your time machine.
In short, Paul McCartney is still one of the best at what he does. He knows it. We know it. Let’s hope he keeps doing it for a while longer.
Thanks again to Frank for the convincing, to Eddie for the driving and the company, to the site www.setlist.fm for the set list. And thanks to you for reading.
‘My heart is like a wheel
Let me roll it to you’
Barry
08.03.09
Country Confessions [Originally posted on FB 07.13.09]
First a bit of background for those of you who may not know: I was born in Staunton, VA, a place best known for two things: The birthplace of Woodrow Wilson, and The Home of The Statler Brothers. As I grew up in the 70s and 80s, the latter meant that, whether I liked it or not, country music would be something that would always be around me. I've always loved the Statlers and their music is now pure nostalgia for me, taking me back to my early childhood, before my parents split, when I was very happy.
As I've grown up, I've always had an appreciation for country music. Most times however, I couldn't listen to it for any length of time and would quickly return to KISS, Zep, Cure or whatever metal band I was into. Lately though, my listening habits have changed. After commenting on it on FB this morning [and surprising my former sister in-law], rather than write a book under the comments section of that status, I figured I would expand on the matter here.
Last year, I listened to Bob Dylan's radio show on XM [Theme Time Radio Hour] every week. His show always featured country. That's where I heard a good deal of Buck Owens and realized the guy did so much great stuff, much more than just 'Hee Haw' which is probably what most people my age remember him for. For Christmas, I asked mom for a Buck Owens box set. I think she thought I was joking, but I told her I was serious, and I got the set for Christmas.
Since then, whenever the iPod was on shuffle, a Buck Owens song would come up and make me smile. He was a master at writing heartbreak songs with a wicked sense of humor.
Around Christmas as well, I heard George Jones' 'The Grand Tour' [again on Dylan's radio show]. As soon as the song was over, I not only downloaded the single from iTunes, but the Greatest Hits collection it was part of. Now, normally, George Jones would send me running to change the radio dial but, at this point in time, the songs [most of 'em anyway] resonated and I listened.
Fast forward to mid-May. I'm sitting in a doctor's office waiting for the doctor to come in and tell me if I am a candidate for eye surgery. I was nervous and didn't want to even consider what the road would be if I was told no. The office had a radio station piped in to the room, and I heard the DJ say that up next was 'the new hit single from teen sensation Taylor Swift'. Now, what I mainly knew about Swift at this point was she was young, she was cute, and to her credit she wrote all of her songs, something unheard of in Nashville. The song was 'You Belong With Me'. I heard it and thought it was good and catchy but that was about it.
Little did I know that for the next week, the song would be stuck on repeat in my cerebral jukebox. I bought the single on iTunes thinking if I played it a few times, it would leave my head. It didn't. Instead I ended up downloading most of her material. Most of it is quite good.
Now we come to July 1. On this night I saw Hank III with Eddie [a friend of 20+ years who has always loved country]. I went because I knew Hank III also fronted a metal band so I was intrigued at how he could move from country to 'death metal' in the same show. The kicker turned out to be that I enjoyed the country set far more than the metal. The metal was fine, but nothing I hadn't heard before. The country set though was something very unique. Imagine a Hank Williams Sr. song played about eight times faster than intended and you have Hank III in a nutshell. What was that, thrash country?? I don't know but it really was unlike anything I had seen or heard before.
Now apart from an evening spent watching the fetching Jenny Lewis rock out at the National [July 3], I've pretty much been listening to country music exclusively. I'm adding stuff I have had on CD for years to my iPod and buying new stuff from iTunes that interests me. A KISSong still gets played every day [like I posted in response to some comments on the status that started the idea for this note] but otherwise, it's been country.
So, I'm spending a lot of time listening to Reba, Cash, Buck, Patsy, George Jones, The Statlers, Taylor, and Miranda Lambert among others. I know this will eventually change and I will go back to a more well-rounded audio diet [I am seeing Cake Sunday night after all] but for now it's been a fun trip with country on repeat on my iPod.
I usually describe myself as a 'musical schitzophrenic' because my tastes are all over the map. I think that description has never been more apt.
Barry
As I've grown up, I've always had an appreciation for country music. Most times however, I couldn't listen to it for any length of time and would quickly return to KISS, Zep, Cure or whatever metal band I was into. Lately though, my listening habits have changed. After commenting on it on FB this morning [and surprising my former sister in-law], rather than write a book under the comments section of that status, I figured I would expand on the matter here.
Last year, I listened to Bob Dylan's radio show on XM [Theme Time Radio Hour] every week. His show always featured country. That's where I heard a good deal of Buck Owens and realized the guy did so much great stuff, much more than just 'Hee Haw' which is probably what most people my age remember him for. For Christmas, I asked mom for a Buck Owens box set. I think she thought I was joking, but I told her I was serious, and I got the set for Christmas.
Since then, whenever the iPod was on shuffle, a Buck Owens song would come up and make me smile. He was a master at writing heartbreak songs with a wicked sense of humor.
Around Christmas as well, I heard George Jones' 'The Grand Tour' [again on Dylan's radio show]. As soon as the song was over, I not only downloaded the single from iTunes, but the Greatest Hits collection it was part of. Now, normally, George Jones would send me running to change the radio dial but, at this point in time, the songs [most of 'em anyway] resonated and I listened.
Fast forward to mid-May. I'm sitting in a doctor's office waiting for the doctor to come in and tell me if I am a candidate for eye surgery. I was nervous and didn't want to even consider what the road would be if I was told no. The office had a radio station piped in to the room, and I heard the DJ say that up next was 'the new hit single from teen sensation Taylor Swift'. Now, what I mainly knew about Swift at this point was she was young, she was cute, and to her credit she wrote all of her songs, something unheard of in Nashville. The song was 'You Belong With Me'. I heard it and thought it was good and catchy but that was about it.
Little did I know that for the next week, the song would be stuck on repeat in my cerebral jukebox. I bought the single on iTunes thinking if I played it a few times, it would leave my head. It didn't. Instead I ended up downloading most of her material. Most of it is quite good.
Now we come to July 1. On this night I saw Hank III with Eddie [a friend of 20+ years who has always loved country]. I went because I knew Hank III also fronted a metal band so I was intrigued at how he could move from country to 'death metal' in the same show. The kicker turned out to be that I enjoyed the country set far more than the metal. The metal was fine, but nothing I hadn't heard before. The country set though was something very unique. Imagine a Hank Williams Sr. song played about eight times faster than intended and you have Hank III in a nutshell. What was that, thrash country?? I don't know but it really was unlike anything I had seen or heard before.
Now apart from an evening spent watching the fetching Jenny Lewis rock out at the National [July 3], I've pretty much been listening to country music exclusively. I'm adding stuff I have had on CD for years to my iPod and buying new stuff from iTunes that interests me. A KISSong still gets played every day [like I posted in response to some comments on the status that started the idea for this note] but otherwise, it's been country.
So, I'm spending a lot of time listening to Reba, Cash, Buck, Patsy, George Jones, The Statlers, Taylor, and Miranda Lambert among others. I know this will eventually change and I will go back to a more well-rounded audio diet [I am seeing Cake Sunday night after all] but for now it's been a fun trip with country on repeat on my iPod.
I usually describe myself as a 'musical schitzophrenic' because my tastes are all over the map. I think that description has never been more apt.
Barry
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