Nice review, man! Glad you had a birthday to remember.
thanks much, it was a pretty cool time, but Wolfmother was a bit better. (and REALLY looking forward to TCV tonight!)
roman rambler wrote:
What about the Portland review from last night?
sorry man, needed sleep.
here you go:
we'll start with my mundane day turning better pre show:
woke up about 10am, and decided to take the light rail from Beaverton into the city about 2pm...sisterluck24 was Amtrak-ing it down from Vancouver, and my friend Missy's husband got home about noon from Iowa in order for her to be able to come in about 7pm. Got into the city about 3pm, and hit the Ash Street saloon, Ms. Luck arrived at the train station shortly after, and GayWinkie being the gentleman he is, offered to walk her up the street to her accomodations. we had a great time walking and talking, especially about monkeyboy's poor choice to post pics of her on the A2 messageboard in a compromising position with a large bottle of Jack Daniels (VERY photoshoppable, iykwim...), shame on you Craig, SHAME!
ok, so after she got settled in and 'girlied up' (which, for a girl, she was quick and painless in that regard), we walked back down to the Roseland area and hooked her up with a grilled cheese sammy at Dante's, about 2 blocks from the theater...she had some hookups with people in the Roseland, so just after 6 we parted ways, and I bailed back to Ash St. for some crappy chicken strips and them awesome French Fries, then met Missy about 6:30...we were in the venue before 7pm, and there were only 15-20 people in there an hour before showtime...got to meet many board peeps, there was Got Crowe? (John), yankee (Alex), the wheelhouse brothers (Jeff and, shit if I can remember the other), THE GREAT WIGMASTER (Ashley), and at least 2-3 others that aren't coming to mind right now...there was this chick named Jennifer who TOTALLY had the Drew Barrymore thing going on who swore she was old enough to be my mom, until I told her I was 38, that hushed her up quick....the place went from nearly 200 people 7:30 to 2/3-3/4 of the 1400 person capacity by 8pm (there was NO Truth & Salvage, and they were supposed to be on at 8) ok, enough blah blah, on with the show:
PROMPTLY at 8pm, the lights dimmed, and out sauntered the Robinson Bros. and Co...Chris had his hippie shawl again, Rich was classically dressed, Adam looked like a giddy kid running to his keys, Sven and Loofa were flanneled up, Steve had on a t-shirt (I think) and the herd of turtles was off...
intro - my lovely freind Missy had to start off with "looks like a fucking hippie", and then mention something about 'posterity' about 15 seconds in...she's a gem of a person though, and this IS a bootleg recording, so it's all good in the hood when it's people you know
, that said;Good Morning Captain
- ok, this version may have been a bit more energetic than 3 nights earlier, but it was a REPEAT opener, which is somewhat disappointing, given their immense repitoire...still, there was a bit more fire under their feet, and it was hard to explain, was it the smaller stage and more intimate setting, was it the energetic crowd, was it being within spitting distance of Rich's shoes?
not sure, but this version is sleazier, sharper, more 'in your face' than the other one, most likely due to mic positioning, you'd like to think
that peeps would be quieter that close to the proceedings, but, unfortunately, I was 'asshole magnet' to my left AND right...which becomes more evident not but right after the droning end and the 'tap tap tap' of the cymbals leading into >>>MY MORNING SONG
- part amazement, part "do these guys read my mind" or what? THIS was the needed lubricant to take away any doubts that these guys still
have the chops, and what a 16+ minute journey it was...powerful, chest-out strutting, background sing-along gospel and all, not sure what words could do this justice, but I'll try:
0:00 to 3:00 - standard song structure with a powerful delivery, Chris on time and on key, using the mic stand like a walking stick for his grizzled vocal chops, you could hear the pain and see the religion
3:00 to 5:00 - a 'descending crescendo' with delicate finger fluttering and a simple, sinful arpeggio flow, it kind of resembled versions remembered from the past...however, Steve started this double-time hi-hat tip-tap, and...
5:00 to 10:00 - Rich let'r go with a simple razor-sharp funk groove that locked in place for a solid minute, then it started to expand with color, Adam adding keys in the background, and Luther answering Rich's call with brisk solos back and forth, making it difficult to focus on one instrument...halfway through this segment, it was Luther's turn to shine, and shine he damn well did, back from Luther's fluid tone to Rich's Saw-zall, this part was full on 'nasty boogie woogie' sans vocals...dipshit screamers ruined the last 20 seconds of this segment, then on to the...
10:00 to 16:30 - this is the "sunrise", and oh-how-it-did shine...to hear this song properly for the first time with the ladies added an entirely different vibe to an already powerful Lamborghini...no other real way to put it, other than it was a borderline religious experience with Reverend Robinson, or the exact opposite of Bibles upside the head from Stryper (old-school metal fans will remember the non-Christian 'Yellow And Black Attack' from 20 years ago, what kind of Jesus freak assaults you with the good word from onstage?)
oh yeah, the Drew Barrymore chick FAINTED, not sure if due to the weed or what, but that was pretty funny, will have to post her pic later.Girl From A Pawnshop
- having watched the setlist structure for this leg, it was obvious another catalog gem was coming, and thank goodness it was from the "holy trilogy"...if MMS was the sermon, then this was the homily (and what kind of service has the homily THIS early?), another brute push through a gentle, soothing classic ode...Adam did what he was supposed to when
he was supposed to, Chris sounded like he just had his heart broken yesterday...and the funny part to these ears and eyes, Luther had this song TWICE as busy as Marc ever did, but yet it didn't sound rushed at all...especially as he slowed down for the crescendos...throw in the ladies coloring the background with full on beatific fills behind Luther's wailing, and it sent chills from head to toe. kinda like a Dilly Bar with Neopolitan in the middle (sorry for all the ice cream references, as I rarely eat the crap, but you all know how kids like ice cream), bottom line is I didn't want this song to end, and it went on for a full minute longer if not more than the studio version.Make Glad
- repeat #2 from the new album out of 2, and, again, for reasons unknown, this one had more vim, vigor and vitality than 3 nights earlier, perhaps the band realized this and wanted to rectify the crime. Sassy, gyrating, and pulsing like the Little Engine That Could, this was a vehicle for Rich's nimble fingers, and he didn't disappoint, just listen to his jagged tone at the verse break, and how Luther responds...Luther does sound a bit thin on this song, but you can still hear what he's trying to say quite clearly, this, again, may have been due to positioning...at this point, we hear retarded greyhair in the right channel for the first time, not only screaming "OH YAY" when sliding his baby Jesus buttplug in and out of his ass, but clucking like a gay crow when his desired movement was achieved.
for the record, at this point, Steve has been hardly mentioned and Sven not at all, please don't take this as either a slight or taking them for granted, it's just that they do their job so well, that at times I gloss over them...there are a few moments they truly shined later on, TRUST ME.
4 songs in, and 35 minutes elapsed...what next?Roll Old Jeremiah
- this one was puzzling at first, and was not recognized at all. a rollicking, jangly, countrified romp, it started off all Hee-Hawish and ended with my dropped jaw (for more reasons than one)...3 minutes in it went from a Burrito Brothers b-side to Adam ditching his organ for this ragtime piano jaunt that reminded me of the dueling piano players in Beale Street bars on a Friday night, except Adam was like France in the French Revolution, dueling with himself in a virtual keyboard masturbation...kinda like "what's better than roses on your piano...tulips on your organ" kind of thing, and Luther picked up right where Adam left off...first up, then down, then all-the-fuck-around, this song EASILY exceeded BALT from Seattle as THE surprise, and right when you thought it was going to break the 10 minute mark, it jumped off the cliff into the ocean like an ass-fucked lemming to>>>GOOD FUCKING FRIDAY
- OK, who the fuck taught Rich to play like this??? the tone on his guitar was absolutely dirty rice, with lots of black pepper, melted butter chives AND bacon bits...think of Rich's tone as Uli John Roth on the LIVE version of "Polar Nights" melded with "The Four Horsemen" rhythm guitar on a ballad
, with fucking Luther stitching it all together with his searing leads putting grill marks on this medium-rare charcoal-grilled flat iron steak. Chris kicked in with his off-key harmonica (more on that later). again, dipshit greyhair felt compelled to run his yap just like he did in the middle of ROJ, but fortunately yer little taper friend didn't take his old, stinky, greasy bait.CHRISISM
"Thank ya. Looks really...ah...??? in here...that's the first time that a, a D harmonica hasn't worked, so....so, a, as far as I know, you just........those bumper stickers must be true, you kept Portland weird...you might be simplifying things a little bit...Friday night's for simple things, you know..."CHRISISMAnother Roadside Tragedy
- ok, at this point the show got ridiculous, this was TOTALLY left-field, and a full on smorgasbord of insane proportions. if GMC was sassy, then this was classy and brassy...kind of like falling down a wishing well onto a bed of pillows and kind bud, how it went from a chaotic, tuneful tailspin into a blooming onion with face-melting proficiency at the 3 minute mark, it simply needs to be heard how it takes you from point A to point B, as words really can't describe it, or, think of a bumblebee smacking into a cascading waterfall at 90, then turning off the Discovery channel, only to turn it back on and seeing a completely different show without having changed the channel.
also, this song was only at the 7ish minute mark from versions I remember, this one here is right near the 10m mark, OR, right when you think the old version should end, here comes Adam and Sven doing what Luther and Ed were doing earlier, a George Clinton-esque funktastic end to what was already a spectacular journey...the last 3 minutes need to be heard, or fuck it, this song is an entirely new monster with this lineup.
on to cd#2... A Train Makes A Lonely Sound
- ok, this was one of my least favorite off of the new slab, due to it's total RIP OFF of the "By Your Side/If It Ever Stops Raining" song structure...it's like, if you're going to rip off yourself, at least pick a better song to appropriate from, and stay away from the state-laced (i.e. Tennessee) lyricism...Adam did a fine job tinkling the ivories, Rich's tone cuts right through, Luther drapes it with some effective soloing, but this song, while not tired, has been heard a million times before, and could easily have been swapped out for something more memorable.Greenhorn
- while the above tune isn't bad, this one was even worse...opening with Chris making sounds the dentist tells you to make, guitar licks that would maybe make Mr. Greenjeans half-erect (pun intended) and then Chris singing about "salty seas", this is a nursery rhyme for children you want to not go to sleep and grow up with deep-seated emotional scars and resentments. a complete waste of over 8 minutes, this song TOTALLY reminds me of "The Final Cut" by Floyd, and what happened when the band
quit writing songs and let Roger take over the 'duties'. self-indulgent Luther noodling doesn't even save this one from the "what the FUCK" thought process, and pretty much everyone other than 'dipshit left' (screamer to my left) agreed with me, just listen to the crowd, more of them sound like they're clapping due to it being over vs. appreciation.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! She Gave Good Sunflower
- alright, back to the basics, and a nice, throbbing, bass-line treat is served up. there is really nothing to make this version stand out explicitly, but Rich's tone is pretty darned snaky, as this song slinks through its motions. when it gets to 'solo-central', Luther does not disappoint, double-timing (or so it seems) Marc's solo parts, but not so busy that you'd think that Yngwie sat it for a guest-spot. a very-good-but-not-exceptional version, UNTIL Chris gets to the "we ALL make mistakes bay-beee", the delivery on his part here was a bit different, more pained or bluesy, or even sincere, at least to a point...then the song goes off on it's "moonlight thru blacklight prism-ish" tangents, only to pull back to the central focal point at the exact right time...kind of reminds you of the controlled yet unbridled chaos of 10+ years past, the 2nd half it so much busier than the first half, kinda like a dyslexic version of "Rocket Queen" substituting Chris's soul for Axl's snot...if you know what I mean...Sting Me
- just for my buddy Woah Mule, by request, just to give him one more prick in his bloated ass, just as he likes it. could anything be said about this song that hasn't been said before? a slight disappointment that they even repeated this
from the previous show, as SO MANY other songs could have gotten the job done. oh well, the crowd got down, so be it.Soul Singing
- a tight, concise, bright and brisk version of this sing-sing-singalong, a lil' fuzzy on the edges, a lil' meaty in the middle, the crowd REALLY knew this one well, kinda glad it wasn't jammed out...the girls gave it the sugar on top, and it was over before it started.Been A Long Time
- YAY , REPEAT NUMBER FOUR. :sarcastic fuck-all winkie smilie here: the Seattle version topped this one both in intensity and swagger, this one was plenty good, but there was nothing that made it stand out, the same jam, the same harmonics, the same same same....4 repeats 13 songs into the show, however, that meant that this WASN'T the last tune of the main set...that honor goes to...Wounded Bird
- well, this blatant Oasis ripoff was/is
my favorite tune on the criminally overrated
(yes, you read that right) "Warpaint", and I didn't even recognize it at first. that shows you how awesome it isn't. still, it had a cool demeanor to its delivery, especially how Luther would spin into oblivion after each 'set your mind to flyyyyyyyy'. A straightforward, solidly played version, there was great anticipation for the encore...
encore break: HEAR EXCITED FANS SHARE THEIR INNERMOST THOUGHTS!!!
HEAR SCREAMING DIPSHITS MAKE THEIR APPRECIATION KNOWN!!!Oh Josephine
- wow, way to suck all of the helium out of the ballsack there guys...no wonder the recorder went tits and fucked up the last 2 songs (yes, they're on the card, not from the transfer)...the first few minutes are full-on Lunesta, however, Luther DID wail away on the solo to the point of somewhat salvaging this POOR choice for an encore...this is a "once every fifty shows" kind of a song, and, unfortunately, Hawaii was up...oh well, what to do?Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere
- a fine ending to a mostly stellar show, too bad that the recorder didn't recover for this smooth-sailing rendition of Neil's classic "tale of woe"...Chris-Chris donned his cowboy hat, and let Rich take over vox for the finale...at least the recording flaws aren't as pronounced on this song, and it is faithful both in rendition and tradition.
so, there you have it, the play-by-play from the Alaskan Assholian...post show was filled with fun with two cool chicks at Voodoo Donuts, Ash Street Saloon, then nachos at the Dixie Tavern, which, well, um, hopefully the pictures came out; we'll leave it at that.
as for the 'change of heart', it's just weird looking back and realizing that, at age 38, what blew me away at age 24 isn't necessarily the same as age 38, or, while the tension that Marc provided then made GREAT music, it doesn't mean that the tensionless expressions from the band now with Luther are any less valid, it's kind of like being used to Visa or Mastercard, yeah, they pay the bills and are most accepted, but AmEx and Discover, while nowher near as popular, get the job done too.
and it pays to Discover.
would I go follow this band, today, to 8 different states, over 6000 miles, in a 2 week period???
would I go to 8 different shows if they were all within a 5 hour drive???
would I quit my job to do so?
it'd depend on the job, as usually, when one door closes, another one opens.
again, it pays