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As unsatisfying as the concert at the Riot Room the night before was, it left me utterly unprepared for the sheer grandeur of the show I experienced the next night at Starlight Ampitheatre.

Starlight is a big outdoor theatre located next to the Kansas City Zoo. I've never really paid attention to it before, but it's got a huge stage that looks like a castle, comfortable seats, and lots of nice walking/standing room. I'm definitely going to be paying more attention to what's playing there after this.

Moving on to the show itself, in case you don't know, Jason Bonham is the son of late Zed Zeppeling drummer John Bonham and he plays drums for them whenever they reunite to perform live. So basically this was the closest I'm ever going to get to seeing Led Zeppelin live and I don't think Page, Plant, and Jones could do it any better. The band Bonham has put together is SPOT ON, to the point that if you close your eyes you can't tell it's not the original lineup. They played a slew of crowd-pleasing favorites like "Heartbreaker," "Ramble On," "Over the Hills and Far Away," and "What Is And What Should Never Be." But iconic songs like "Immigrant Song" and "Stairway to Heaven" were conspicuously absent...

Having become familiar with Heart through their soft rock hits of the 80's, they were a band I never imagined I would be paying to see live. But my God, Ann and Nancy Wilson can ROCK. Ann's huge, sexy voice has lost nothing with age and when she puts force behind it she makes "What About Love?" sound every bit as vicious as "Barracuda." They played songs from all of Heart's different eras and shifted flawlessly into each one. Nancy's solo acoustic cover of an Elton John song was pretty rad too.

If they'd stopped right there I would have been satisfied with having seen a stellar rock show but for the encore they took it up to a whole new level. Jason Bonham joined them on drums for a Led Zeppelin encore. "Immigrant Song" never sounded so good. Seriously, I think Robert Plant's job might be in danger. Remember that big sexy voice of Ann's I was talking about? When she moans the line "We are your overlords..." you will start looking over your shoulder for the Viking sword that will be the last thing you ever see.

After an ass-kicking and suitably epic rendition of "Kashmir" we all knew what was coming next. Remember Heart's performance of Stairway to Heaven that brought the surviving Led Zeppelin members to tears? They did it exactly like that again, right down to the black gospel choir. The video does NOT do it justice. I truly did not want that song to end.

Both bands together played about three hours. The crowd was predominantly older, with M. and I making up the bottom end of the younger portion. We did see a few people in their teens and early 20's, but not many. Overall women slightly outnumbered men. We saw several packs of cougars rocking their slutty teenager-appropriate rock concert outfits as hard as they could.

And you know what? That's okay. It was a great time with a great crowd of people who truly loved the music. You could tell these were people who grew up with these bands and were super eager to give them their due. Compared to the hooligans from the Riot Room I think I'll take a relaxed older crowd focused on a good time any day.

I don't think I have another concert to attend until October. Really hate these long dry spells, but they make the payoff that much more worthwhile.

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I looked forward all week to seeing Havok and Troglodyte at the Riot Room but the evening was disappointing. I have ranted about The Riot Room before, but the place really is that bad. I keep going there, telling myself it's worth it to see and support metal bands that I like but... fuck, I'm starting to wonder if it is anymore. For one thing, they always open the house way too early. Doors opened at 8:00 and it was 2 hours before the first band hit the stage. Two hours! I suppose it is better than the last show I attended there where bands started playing half an hour BEFORE the doors were scheduled to open, but still.

Well whatever. I spent the two hours sitting along the wall, drinking my cider and reading Arthur Conan Doyle on my Kindle app. It was nice and relaxing. The cider was WAY overpriced, but it was good. Took forever to get it too, thanks to the Riot Room's typically clueless bartenders. I have never seen the same person bartending twice in there and there is probably a reason for that.

The first band was called Cast Pattern and they were generic screamo. Competent, but forgettable. The bass player looked like Game of Thrones' Theon Greyjoy and the singer looked like Dagmar Cleftjaw. It did nothing to make me like them.

The second band, Dogs of Delphi were actually a really good. I consider the $5 I spent on their CD well spent.

Troglodyte were incredible as always, but they've replaced their guitarist/backing vocalist and you can tell the difference. They seemed a little off, like there was a hole in their sound where the old guitarist used to be. This was also the point at which the pit started and it was full of violent assholes who don't know how to mosh without trying to hurt people. I really got pissed off by this and it kind of ruined my night. I don't mind standing on the edge of the pit. I do mind people in the pit deliberately fucking with me when I'm trying to stay out of their way. I've seen this behavior at the Riot Room before and I don't see it anywhere else. It's probably the biggest factor in me not wanting to go back.

Havok were great: perfect thrash metal that just blisters and electrifies. But by then my mood was shot. I love the band and their music, but I just didn't feel up to staying for the full set. This is the second time I've left a Riot Room show early, despite having a good time. Again, this doesn't happen anywhere else.

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A little over a week ago, M. and I took our first ever vacation together. We did so by not leaving our city and by having people visit us. "Staycation" really is a deceptive word though, sort of implying that you're sitting at home doing nothing. Instead, we felt like we had traveled to a faraway place and come back pleasantly worn out.

I actually started the vacation a day early and finished it a day late by going to a pair of concerts. The first one was Fear Factory/Hate Eternal/Kobra and the Lotus and the second one was Suffocation/Exhumed/Jungle Rot/Rings of Saturn/Adimirion the concerts deserve their own post but for now I'll just say they were epic and amazing, even if they both took place at a Kansas City bar that I love to hate.

Our vacation centered around our friends Katrina and Jason coming from Oregon to stay with us for several days. During their stay we introduced them to our favorite forms of local cuisine, and took them to the "must see" sights of Kansas City: Union Station, the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, City Market, and the Kansas City Zoo. These are places that we actually don't ever go to because we're too busy living here, so for us it was an exploration of our own home and a chance to view it through the eyes of friends.

Katrina and Jason have been our online friends for many years but this was the first chance for all of us to meet in person. We all got along with each other very well and it seemed really natural just having us all together. On Saturday we were joined by another out-of-town friend, Pearl from Oklahoma. It was our first time meeting her face-to-face as well and Pearl fit in seamlessly with our group. On Saturday night we threw a party which several other friends showed up for. Having bought tons of fresh produce at City Market, Katrina barbecued them along with a variety of meats, and we all had a good time eating, drinking, watching funny Youtube videos, and going on tours of our haunted basement. Pearl stayed the night with us and on Sunday the five of us hit the zoo.

I can never get over how vast the Kansas City Zoo is and we were all dog tired by the end of it. I got a pretty impressive sunburn on my balding head. Pearl left for home and we had planned on having other guests that evening, but one by one they bailed so we cancelled Sunday night's gathering. This turned out o be good because I laid down intending to take an hour's nap, only to pass out until 2am.

By Monday it was time for our friends to return home. We bid them farewell at the airport and M. and I came home where I grilled some more meat and veggies before heading off to that night's Suffocation concert. We both agreed at the end of our vacation that it had felt like we had gone away and come back, so many new and interesting things had happened. It was a great time and we can't wait to return the favor and visit our friends in Oregon.

The only bad part was that I got sick halfway through and have been sick ever since. The cold and sore throat didn't really slow me down during the vacation itself, but in the last few days it's developed into a vicious cough and persistent runny nose. Yuck. Needless to say, this hasn't made my reacclimating to work any easier. But I do feel better for the time away and am getting back to life with a renewed sense of motivation and purpose.

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I hadn't really realized how long it had been since I updated. This is mostly just to give this thing some use again so it's not a long entry of any real substance. I have a lot I've wanted to write about, I just keep having a mental block against sitting down and doing so.

Long story short, we need a roommate to help with our rent. We thought we had someone. I spoke to her several times and things seemed to really click between us. So this Sunday I spent all day slaving to get the house looking presentable and to finish painting the spare room we're trying to rent. She winds up a no-call, no-show. The next day I finally get contact from her saying her phone had been acting up and she couldn't reach me. Annoying but whatever. We decide to give her another chance and ask if she wants to reschedule. But after two more days she hasn't responded to any other communication I've sent.

I have a real pet-peeve about being stood up and about people who stop communicating. If her phone is on the fritz that's fine, I understand that. But it seems to me that in that situation I'd still be trying to find a way to communicate with the people I was potentially going to be living with. So whatever, I guess she's out and the room is up for grabs again. It just pisses me off because she came recommended by a good friend I felt like she'd be someone we'd get along with really well.

Tuesday was my birthday. I got to celebrate by eating homemade chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, and birthday cake courtesy of M., plus an evening of watching Dr. Who. It was nice. Downloaded some music from Amazon as a present to myself. This Friday we will cap off the celebration by getting to see the band Skid Row in concert. They are a band I missed out on seeing during their late 80's heyday and I've always been disappointed by it. So this will concert will hopefully make up for a lot of lost time. It will suck getting off work and then having to go straight to a concert but I'm sure I will appreciate the stress release that comes with it.

So that's the quicky update with me. I'm still here.
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Since Orion appears to be such a big hit with the ladies, (who knew?) here is more of him from the same night.

Now remember not to fight over the hulking black metal teddy bear. There is more than enough of him to go around.
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The venue where the Behemoth concert was posted photographs. Now you can see the beefiness that is Orion (on the right) vs. the fetching slimness that is Nergal (left) instead of just taking my word for it. But remember people, all shapes are beautiful!

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Tonight [livejournal.com profile] megiloth and I caught the Decibel Magazine tour headlined by Behemoth. This was one of the more exotic metal shows I've been to in a while in that every single band represented a different metal genre.

First up we got some no-frills classic heavy metal from In Solitude. These nice young men dress like they're in Accept or Judas Priest and it's 1981. Lots of leather vests, studded wristbands, and classy, cherry-finish Gibson guitars. Then there's the vocalist who I suspect may be a zombie. Let's just say he looked unhealthy and of dubious personal hygiene and leave it at that. He also wore what I thought at first was some kind of boa or scarf but which actually turned out to be a fox pelt. Possibly more than the pelt. I think there may have still been bones and organs in there. Anyway, their recording has very rudimentary production and I thought their sound had a bigger "umph" to it live. The singer's vocals are kind of odd though and they couldn't ever seem to get them just right in the live mix. He was enunciating clearly but his voice still came out like he was mumbling. Maybe not his fault. Still a pleasant band to start the night with. [livejournal.com profile] megiloth described them as "Mercyful Fate meets Tesla" and I think that's a fair descriptor.

Next up were The Devil's Blood whom I would classify as pagan metal. I had never heard them before tonight and had no idea what to expect. When they came out and did their sound check they looked like a bunch of dorks from a 90's alternative band and the riffs they played did nothing to downplay this. One of the guitarists even had what looked like some kind of 60's surf rock guitar. Then they left the stage and came back as completely different people. Shirtless and covered head to toe in what I hope was fake blood, they proceeded to tear into some very hypnotic, very primal sounding metal. They were then joined on stage by their vocalist: a very charismatic high priestess/earth mother type woman. She stood almost motionless for the band's entire set, barefoot and with her arms upraised and fixing everyone in the room with the most intense STARE. Afterward I felt like I had been initiated into something and like I should strip naked, go into the woods, and kill a wild animal with my bare hands and teeth.

The only band I've ever heard that I can really comapre The Devil's Blood to is the 60's/70's death rock band Coven. They've got the sound and definitely have the vibe. I'd say I want to see them again but I'm afraid of what I might do...

Third up were straight-up black metal band Watain. I may not know what a Watain is, but I know fellow lovers of the dark and theatrical when I see them and these Swedes more than qualify. They had the longest set-up time of any band. Every time I thought the roadies were done they'd bring out another five foot tall inverted iron cross, or another totemic array of animal bones, or another length of metal chains to hang. Finally Watain came skulking out under layers of armor, ripped fabric, and corpse paint like they'd just robbed a thrift store in Mordor and they just went completely insane. Believe it or not, their music is actually quite beautiful and melodic in places and their lyrics can be quite introspective. There was one song in particular where the singer was speaking about the darkness between the stars that I found really haunting. Black metal constantly walks a razor-thin line between scary and silly. Watain are one of the few bands I've found that are never in danger of falling to the silly side despite setting themselves up with every possible opportunity to do so.

Finally the headliners and the band I had most wanted to see, Behemoth, took the stage. Extreme metal just doesn't get better than this. Nergal, the lead vocalist, is a controversial public figure in his native Poland thanks to his persistent trolling of that country's religious establishment and he was no less on-message tonight. You can tell he's playing a character when he takes the stage, but he's so intensely committed to it that you get as into it as he does. He also looks extremely good for having just gone through a near-fatal battle with leukemia only a few months ago. Also, if you watch the video in the link above, you'll notice him wearing a crazy Magneto/Galactus/Batman helmet in the later half of the video. He actually wore it tonight at the concert. I respect the hell out of any man who can beat leukemia, piss off the religious establishment, and be the goddamn Batman all at the same time. Unrelated: Behemoth's bassist Orion is a huge, musclebound ogre of a man. This guy is so big and so ripped that if Peter Steele were still alive and had to fight him I... I'm not sure Peter would win! I know, it seems impossible but I'm telling you, this guy walks down the street and Japanese businessmen run away screaming. I think Orion may be the reason why Watain have so many cattle bones to decorate their stage with. He ate the cows whole. You'd think him standing side-by-side with a frail, skeletal scarecrow like Nergal would be funny but it's not. You just wonder which one needs the nourishment from your pale, soft body more and is going to fight you harder to take it from you.

Met some cool people at this show. Normally at concerts I talk to no one, no one talks to me, and that's the way I like it. But friendly people just kept coming up to me and starting conversations and in a move that is completely unlike me, I really enjoyed it. Two guys who drove over from Springfield, MO struck up a conversation with the two of us as we waited for the show to start and just handed us CD's of their bands, no charge. I got to listen to them a little bit on the drive back from Megiloth's house and they are incredibly good, as in way better than I'm used to unsigned bands sounding. So that was a pleasant surprise.

Great music I paid money to see and great music that was just given to me to keep for free. I don't think you're going to find a better deal at a metal show or any other kind of show. I'll call it a win for sure.
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So at the Iced Earth concert I did indeed run into my ex-bandmates. I didn't really believe I would yet there they were. They were about twenty feet in front of me the whole time. When Iced Earth's set ended they walked right past me, and I mean within inches. One of them looked directly at me, I nodded and she instantly did the whole "look away really fast and pretend I didn't see you" thing. Later I ran into the other one out in the lobby. I said hi to her and she just stared into space like a wooden Indian, pretending she couldn't see or hear me. I can't decide if I feel pissed at being ignored like that or proud that I'm apparently worth that much effort to ignore.

I also saw my ex-boss who ran me out of my job as a security supervisor years ago. He too looked right at me but I could tell he genuinely didn't recognize me. I have long hair and a beard now so perhaps that's understandable. Plus he always was kind of a clueless douche.

I readily admit that I don't move on from things very well. So spending an evening with a few yards away from three people who've backstabbed me wasn't very fun.

I am trying to focus on the positive, namely that Iced Earth were AWESOME. John Schaeffer, Stu Block, and the gang totally ripped the room apart. I've seen a lot of really good live metal acts these last few years but I think I'm going to have to put Iced Earth in the top five. (The other four being Nightwish, Kreator, Eluveitie, and Nile in case you're wondering.) Most of the songs were from their newest album Dystopia but they played a good selection of older material too such as their self-titled song "Iced Earth" and "Damien" which is my personal favorite song of theirs. Hearing that one live was every bit as amazing as I knew it would be. They also have a ten minute musical interpretation of Dante's Inferno and they played that in its entirety too. And it was freaking SCARY. Color me impressed.

The opening act was a thrash band called Warbringer and they actually weren't too bad. I've listened to a few of their songs online and thought they were just alright but they come off as way stronger live. It might make me go back and re-evaluate what I listened to before.

Iced Earth are co-headlining this tour with Symphony-X who are a progressive metal band. They are very good at what they do but I just have a hard time getting into them for some reason. That and because I have to be up early in the morning, I left a few songs into their set.

There are a lot of selfish, cowardly people and people who just plain have no integrity and I don't know why I keep expecting them to be different, or think they might miss me or regret their bad treatment of me, or even think about it at all. But experiencing really amazing music live I think is worth having to see people you'd rather not see again.

Iced Earth

Feb. 26th, 2012 03:10 pm
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This is who I'll be seeing tonight along with a few other exciting bands.

Tomorrow, by contrast, will suck. I have to get up early in the morning to go do five hours of standardized patient work at KU Med Center immediately followed by an eight hour shift at my regular job :/
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Pretty much everything in the last three weeks comes down to I'm working all the time and I am tired a lot. It's a good kind of tired because I like being productive, not a soul-crushing despair-laden tired. I have basically worked three jobs in 48 hours. Wednesday I spent all day finishing a freelance project. This morning I had to go to KU Med Center for a standardized patient meeting, then I went to my day job for an eight hour shift. I feel tired but not as tired as I probably should.

I didn't really get to talk much about it but the Children of Bodom/Eluveitie show a few weeks ago was awesome. It actually gave me a new appreciation for Children of Bodom. I bought their cd Follow The Reaper many years ago when I was making a conscious effort to get into newer metal bands, listened to it a few times, decided I couldn't get into it, and rarely listened to it after that. I went to the concert mostly to see Eluveitie. CoB were the headliners and wow, they really do put on a great show! It's made me go back and re-evaluate their music and I'm finding that I really like it.

There was an opening band before Eluveitie though, called Revocation. Wow, that was one terrible band. They had a huge, spiky death metal logo, stage banners depicting dragons and demons, and pointy, evil-looking guitars. I should have loved everything about them but there was nothing to love about them. When you have to spend two minutes explaining how an instrumental song is supposed to make you imagine storming a castle and conjuring demons and drinking from magical chalices... maybe you should just go ahead and write lyrics that say that? Musically they were boring as hell and I wasn't the only one who thought so. I have never seen a metal crowd react with more indifference to a band. It would have been better for them had the crowd hated them. At least hate is a strong emotional reaction. But indifference to your music? That's the worst thing that can happen to a musician. In other words, I was never more ready for Eluveitie and Children of Bodom when they took the stage that night.

This Sunday night is Iced Earth. I can't help but wonder if my ex-bandmates will be there since they are both obsessed with Iced Earth. Even if they are it's unlikely I'll see them, but still I wonder.

Back to work...
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My parents finally have a sump pump installed in their basement, replacing the old gravity drain that was the source of so much trouble. I haven't been over there to look but apparently the plumber crews (who have been over there for days on end,) had to jackhammer up a bunch of the concrete. Hopefully the pump will help my folks rest easier and avoid any future floods until they can finally get out of there.

Last night I went with [livejournal.com profile] megiloth and [livejournal.com profile] thanis_bloodsto to see Anthrax, Testament, and Death Angel at the Midland theatre. These are three of the royalty of thrash metal and believe it or not, I had never seen any of them live until tonight. They each did a hell of a job. I was expecting Anthrax to be fun but just okay since they had one album a absolutely loved and several that were just alright to me, and I haven't really gotten into their newer stuff. To my surprise they really put on an amazing show! This was in spite of their guitarist Scott Ian being out due to a sudden illness. Fortunately, all the guitarists from the other two bands took turns filling his spot, each one playing about 3 songs each. Joey Belladonna (Anthrax's singer) kept apologizing for the situation but it really created a fun atmosphere with all the bands helping out.

Of the three acts Testament was definitely the LOUDEST. They are one act where you know for sure you have just seen a METAL band. They were the one I most wanted to see and they did not disappoint.

Working backwards, that brings me to Death Angel. They are an extremely hard-working band, touring constantly, and been around just as long as the other two, yet they've never managed to work their way up to main event status. I cannot figure out why because they deliver tight, intricate songs that are as brutal as they are beautiful. They've been through KC several times this year and missed them each time until now and I am really regretting it.

The disappointing aspect of the concert for me was that each band had at least two songs I really wanted to hear live and NONE of them played ANY of them! They all somehow managed to play every other big song the had except the ones I most wanted. I expect that from a band every now and then. But three in a row? Come on.

Good show overall and also it was at the Midland Theatre which as I always love to point out was built at the end of the 19th century and as a result is filled with statues and gold paint and motherfucking carved gods and angels and shit. Perfect place to hold a metal show. Every metal show needs to be in a place like that.

Next concert will be Children of Bodom/Eluviete a week from Monday and it will be at the much more austere setting of the Granada in Lawrence KS. Not as pretty as the Midland but I'll manage.
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I have been meaning to write this entry for two days but have just been too tired. This past Saturday night my two month blitz of concert-going slammed to its epic conclusion with a huge treat: a chance to see my Viking metal heroes Amon Amarth.

Surprisingly, I've had a hard time coming up with stuff to say about this show. For one thing, Amon Amarth totally delivered from start to finish. For another, there were no opening acts. It was just Amon Amarth performing two full-length sets. But since one cannot see a band one has longed to see for years and just not talk about it, I will do my best.

[livejournal.com profile] megiloth and I made an uneventful drive to Lawrence, KS during which he shared with me Stryper's new album of covers of classic metal songs. (More on that later.) We arrived at the Granada right before doors were set to open and... Wow. I think the last time I saw a crowd that big for a show there was for Type O Negative three or four years ago. Amon Amarth are a big deal apparently. This makes me happy but I don't think they'll be able to play at the Granada much longer. It just won't hold the crowd.

Despite being at the back of the line we nevertheless managed to get near the front. I am a tall gentleman and how the five people in any given hall who are taller than me always find me and decide to stand directly in front of me I will never know. Fortunately Amon Amarth are tall fellows of Swedish descent and I had no problem seeing them. Especially vocalist Johann Hegg whose stature could impress one of the Norse deities he sings about.

To my sorrow, the band did not take to the stage in a Viking longboat as they have been known to do. But then again the Granada's stage is not very deep. I mean, if it could not contain the very petite Zoe Jakes how is it going to hold an entire Viking longboat? Anyway, Amon Amarth's set consisted of their new album Surtur Rising played in its entirety. For those of you taking notes at home, Surtur is the champion of the mythical fire giants who, in a scenario eerily evocative of nuclear holocaust, is prophesied to exterminate nearly all life on earth by means of his colossal flaming sword. The massive backdrop of Surtur wielding said sword more than made up for the absence of any boats. I do not own the new album, but damn do I want it after hearing it live. Now I understand why they call themselves Amon Amarth. (You probably know it better as "Mount Doom."): Because like the fires of Mount Doom, once you encounter what Amon Amarth produces, you wants it. It is the precious.

The second set consisted of songs spanning Amon Amarth's twenty year career. They rocked the anthems like "Twilight of the Thunder God" and "Death and Fire" and soothed us with ballads like "A Thousand Years of Oppression" and "Cry of the Black Birds." Keep in mind that their ballads are heavier than most bands' heavy songs. I just... wow. I really need to say that Amon Amarth have the best sound techs/sound set-up out there right now. It's one of the few shows where I could hear every note that was played clearly. And Johann Hegg joked at one point that it's okay to sing along even if you don't know the lyrics because no one can understand death metal lyrics anyway. But I actually did understand damn near every word he said. Then again, he does enunciate better than most death metal vocalists. As a musician I was totally absorbed by everything I saw and heard in their playing. They may be obsessed with scary Viking images of ransacking and rapine, but musically they are true professionals.

[livejournal.com profile] megiloth mentioned in his post that for a bunch of mean Vikings Amon Amarth were very jolly and happy on stage. Of course, Johann Hegg has admitted that actual Vikings probably wouldn't understand their music since all they had for instruments were flutes and bongos. So they definitely don't take themselves too seriously. This is one band that knows how to treat the crowd like friends and the crowd responded to that in a big way. They are also incredibly generous with their merchandise, selling their t-shirts for about $15 less than most bands. It was the first time I've been able to buy a band t-shirt in at least five years.

In closing I want to say how impressed I was at the diversity of the crowd. Quite a few women and older people (as in, my age or older,) in the crowd. And except for a stray flung beer can that sought me out as surely as the very tall men, the crowd was very respectful of one another. Mosh pits called time-outs long enough to help the fallen up off the floor and none of the many female crowd surfers got their lady bits grabbed or their clothing torn that I saw. It just makes me feel all kinds of good to see that the metal scene is becoming a community in the true sense rather than merely a shared affectation of a certain type of dysfunctional young male.

There are no concerts on the horizon for the foreseeable future. This may be a good thing. These aging bones need a rest.
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Last night I got to experience another treat in my ongoing binge of concerts. I don't know the proper genre classification for Beats Antique and am too lazy to look it up so I will just call them what I always have, which is "bellydance music." Led by the diminutive yet fearsome Zoe Jakes who is one of the most amazing bellydancers I've ever seen live, they put on a seriously mindbending show.

Concert and context... )

Such sights come with a price. It was after 2 am by the time we left the concert hall. After taking our friend home and dealing finishing the car issues from earlier in the day it was almost 4 am by the time we got home. Did I mention I had to be at work by 7 am this morning? Yeah, today was a rough day at work during which no fucks were given. I got off work, treated myself to a hot fudge sundae from Sonic, got home, and passed right the fuck out. I did not dream, I was so tired. Was it worth it and would I do it again? Hell yeah. Next weekend I get back into the metal mindset with my Viking metal heroes Amon (fucking) Amarth(!) I don't know if they've ever seen Zoe in her antlered goddess costume, but I think they would approve.


Feb. 18th, 2011 01:08 am
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One of the things on my own personal bucket list has always been "See Motorhead live." After tonight I am one step closer to the grave. That's okay because hard-drinking, chain smoking Motorhead vocalist Lemmy Kilmister is in his 60's and will probably outlive us all.

First I want to say that the Midland theatre is the most gorgeous theatre I will probably ever see the inside of. It was built in the 1920's and looks it with carved gods and angels and motherfucking cherubs all over the place and these fucking enamel PAINTINGS molded into the ceiling, and all these giant gothic chandeliers. It's like the set of every vampire movie ever made in there. There is not enough money in the fucking world to build a theatre like that today. I would gladly pay the price of admission just to go sit in that theatre for two hours and look at the walls with nothing going on. Unfortunately it is now owned by AMC theatres who staff it with the most intrusive event staff I have ever witnessed. I've never seen concert staff actively policing the aisles to make sure everyone was in their assigned seats or not - God forbid - standing in the wrong place. In fitting with the Midland's Gilded Age vibe I should write a strongly worded letter to the management informing you, sirs, that your valets misappropriation of magisterial authority has greatly detracted from my savoring of the evening's pagent! And I bid you good day! Harumph!

Motorhead are worth sitting through two lackluster opening bands. The first one was called Valiant Thor and... and I don't know what was going on with them. They try to play Motorhead-style hard rock, although the bassist with the afro kept me hoping they might break into a Thin Lizzy thing at some point and they almost did. They were a lot of sound and fury signifying not very much. But the lead singer... Ugh. All shirtless and chubby with a lumberjack beard and hot pink tights he looked like a pro wrestler from the 80's. Specifically a mid-card wrestler. You know, one of the guys whose job was basically just to stand there in the ring and get beat on, giving Hulk Hogan or The Iron Shiek something to keep them from noticing their current rival sneaking up behind them with a steel chair. And whenever he wasn't singing he'd start doing this weird jogging in place thing while shaking his arms. So it's like the wrestler was trying to be a televangelist, Richard Simmons, or both.

The second band was Clutch and... meh, stoner rock. Don't get me wrong, if I was high and listening to them I'm sure I'd be seeing all sorts of magical purple starships and glowing Buddhas and just... just... be so goddamn struck by how goddamn significant everything is, man. But since I don't... meh, stoner rock.

Did I mention Motorhead were worth waiting for? Motorhead do one thing and do it well: fast, dirty nasty rock n' roll. They performed exactly as expected. Definitely an old motor with a lot of life left in it. They didn't play a few of the songs I really hoped for. (Really Lemmy? You didn't play Deaf Forever and Orgasmatron? Seriously?) But I still got to hear plenty of favorites; more than enough to satisfy me. And I guess when a band has like, twenty albums you can't expect to hear everything you want at one show.

So that's one thing off my bucket list. And one that definitely motivates me to do another thing on it: start my own musical project and record my own album. I've been motivated about it for a while, actually. But all these live shows are keeping me focused on it. And Lemmy is a good reminder that me not being in my 20's is no obstacle. I mean if he can deliver an hour-and-a-half of screaming metal every night at his age, what's my excuse?
uberreiniger: (Metalocalypse Airplane (aikon))
Although technically I did enjoy an entire day of live music at Irish fest this year, the last actual heavy metal concert I attended was three years ago. Last night I put that right.

Cut if you're not interested in heavy metal, which somehow has come to be everyone who actually still reads this. )

As if I don't have enough on my plate, Amon Amarth is playing Lawrence on April 16th. Definitely can't miss that. But first is next week and next week is Motorhead!
uberreiniger: (Metalocalypse Pricecheck (aikon))
Saturday I read a little, washed some dishes, and played World of Warcraft. That was it.

Sunday I celebrated Father's Day by playing touch screen video games with him at his favorite bar. It was actually a lot of fun, probably the most fun I've ever had with my dad on father's day.

The Dethklok show on Sunday night... was a Dethklok show. Dethklok rocked the house, more than making up for the two mediocre opening bands. It was also the hottest concert I've been to for a long time. Liberty Hall has NO ventilation. There was enough sweat in the house that it was actually turning into condensation on the chandeliers above us... and dripping directly on my HEAD. Gross. I'm usually not one to obsess over getting clean but this time I had to take a shower when I got home.  

Back at work now where more twelve hour shifts await. Thankfully not tonight though.


May. 28th, 2008 09:56 am
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Last night was a rare treat. [livejournal.com profile] ysathora and I got to see one of our favorite bands, Nightwish in concert.

Concert adventures, in case you care. )
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Had an awesome weekend. The Cradle of Filth/GWAR show was everything I imagined it would be. GWAR clearly couldn't put on their full act in the cramped confines of the Beaumont Club. As it was, I was worried that their ten foot tall Satan puppet wasn't going to clear the lighting grid... but all was well. GWAR's show is clearly designed to be as offensive as possible to as many people as possible. But it's not like they make any effort to conceal this fact. Thus if you find the temperature gradient unacceptable it may be advisable to vacate the confines of this particular kitchen. I stood far enough back to avoid getting sprayed with any fluids, and I stayed well clear of the pit which was filled with obnoxious asses. Easily one of the worst pits I've ever seen. But the band rocked as hard as a bunch of jackoffs in rubber monster suits could rock.

I was there for the main event, though. And that event was the mighty Cradle of Filth. While they didn't play any of my favorite songs, they nevertheless delivered an epic, crushing set. Their technical skill as musicians and sheer enthusiasm as performers is mindblowing. Also one of the loudest bands I have ever heard. Period. You could feel the bass in your bones. And the crowd... talk about a Bacchanalia. The pit was much nicer by contrast. Never seen a pit with that many girls in it, and those chicks could handle themselves. One girl standing next to me even spent the bulk of Cradle's set topless. Well, she was wearing some kind of fishnet thing, but a fishnet thing does not full frontal nudity conceal. Nobody messed with her though. She was a headbanging metal warrior. Props to her.

After the show we went to Dennys where we ingested pancakes and sausage and [livejournal.com profile] megiloth and [livejournal.com profile] adonijah74 talked about the gradual loss of 's hair and that twangy wife-beater cousin-fucker country music that they like. To each their own.

After pancakes I was home in time to play some Guitar Hero with my lovely wife. Sunday was gaming night where smoked beef roast was ingested and earth elementals were hoodwinked placated.

Today I started training a new girl at work. She seems really sharp and I like her. She'll be a good addition to the team. But damn I am TIRED of training people. Theoretically she'll be the last one until somebody quits. All I can say is NOBODY better quit! I like my job, I just get exhausted having to talk and explain things all day. I'm not shy about it like I used to be, but it's mentally exhausting.

I found further proof that it's a small world though. Turns out this new employee's father used to own one of the comic book shops I frequented growing up back in Kansas. So yeah, I put food on her table growing up, now she's earning her paycheck working for me. Six degrees of seperation, be careful who you step on on the way up because you step on them again on the way down, strangers have entertained angels unawares, etc. etc. Wash, rinse, repeat. As above, so below. So mote it be, times three times three times three, and better it be when moon is full, and so on.

What was I talking about? Eh, I don't know. Let's review: love concerts, hate training people.
uberreiniger: (Metalocalypse Airplane (aikon))
April 14th - Type O Negative, The Granada, Lawrence, KS
April 30th - Lacuna Coil, The Beaumont Club, KC MO
May 22nd - Dimmu Borgir, The Beaumont Club, KC MO

And I will miss NONE of them for I am Serpentor and THIS I COMMAND!
uberreiniger: (Tilda pink (samarainthewell))
Last night was a special treat. [personal profile] mellifera and I joined [profile] kakita_shisumo. [profile] duendegrrl, [profile] arphaaxad, [personal profile] cherith[profile] chade66 and some other people to see the Bellydance Superstars in concert. A lot of you probably don't know this about me, but I'm absolutely fascinated by bellydance as an art form (thanks in no small part to the influence of[profile] duendegrrl, without whom I'd probably be as interested in it as I am in essays on ontological empiricism.) And the Superstars are pretty much the Rolling Stones of the professional bellydance world.

We had an awesome time, but I think I'm paying for it. I thought I was going to sleep a lot this weekend, but as it was, Saturday night was the only full eight hours I got. We wound up missing dinner with the gang before the concert because I had to work at midnight and poor Mel had worked ten hours the previous night and had not been to bed yet. We took a three hour nap but it wasn't enough for either of us. My muscles feel achy and I'm a little out of it. And I've got a few hours of work yet to go. And tonight is the start of dress rehearsal week for me too! Ah well, I'm sure the bellydancers would agree with me when I say that's showbiz.


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