I've been trying a new way of keeping notes. On paper. It's amazing, and it doesn't run down my phone battery. However, my handwriting is shit, so who knows? We'll see how this all shakes out. Maybe I'll end up a flip-phone and moleskine-toting neo-luddite. I'm still using LiveJournal after all, at least occasionally.
I strolled up last night about ten minutes before the doors, and there were already twenty or so people in line. Amazing. The initial burst filled the room about a third, though it filled steadily throughout the evening.
I have it on good authority that the beard for the lead singer of the Deftones was authentic. I'm guessing the dirty dreads of the bassist were not. Cargo-shorts in full effect for the 90's kids, Pivot rocketed impressively through a bunch of nu-metal/grunge hits that I somehow missed while I was trekking across North Carolina going to raves. I have no more hair to shake, but I really wanted to.
Hailing back to the Carter administration, the Atlanta Rhythm Section was indeed a bunch of older dudes. Then again, after recognizing "Imaginary Lover" (a song about masturbating before the Internet) and "Spooky" I realized this brand of Southern Dad Funk was essentially my generation, too. I shave the beard because it's growing in grey. Should have put the "AM Mono" filter on everything for the full effect!
There were so. many. hats. on stage for Carly Simon that we thought it was an ironic twist on "Men without hats" at first. Constantly teasing us with a lyric or two from "Nobody Does it Better", Carly and her band (including a very curly James Taylor) solidly did all the recognizable ones (including "You're so Vain" and "Mockingbird"). This record was right next to "Free to Be... You and Me" in my parent's vinyl collection. If you still want to hear the whole version of "Nobody Does it Better", I can recommend this one.
I immediately thought "Oh, Budget Cramps" when The Mummies took the stage, which I felt terrible about until I read the Wikipedia page which calls them "Budget Rock" and that somehow seems worse. Profanity-laced garage psychobilly was what was happening, with a heaping helping of rapidly deteriorating toilet paper. Loud, raucous, and out of control, but a hysterical delight.
LAST BUT OH SO NOT LEAST THERE WAS Phil Collins strutting through the crowd at the beginning of "In the air tonight". It felt exactly like this, for real. Bonus points for dropping the "H" in "Hold" (ALTHOUGH THE INTERNET TELLS ME that it's actually "Oh Lord" and not "Hold On", which does make a certain amount of sense, but I think it's even odds of me mishearing it for all these years and internet lyrics being wrong, BUT ALSO I should probably believe Ross Grady) and EXTRA BONUS POINTS for the audience doing the extended reverb on some of the phrases. Next up was "Easy Lover" which only would have been made better with a helicopter. Then some Genesis and other stuff I forgot and instead of ending with "One More Night" like sensible people they landed on "I Wish it Would Rain Down" which is fine, too.
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