Well, a lull on the blog, anyhow. But, I’m back now.
I made a quick run out to Las Vegas because a friend of mine had some VIP tickets to the Sisters of Mercy show, and why not? There was a lot of loudness and tequila and some drugs, and an after-party, then a day spent repairing a hangover through aggressive napping, then off to the airport. I got home at 3:00am this morning and just now woke up.
You know why partying is a youth thing? Because they can. Eventually it’s self-regulating.
One thing I found myself thinking, as I watched the crowd of people fighting over space by the upper level railing (meanwhile, I was stationed on a comfortable couch I could not fall off of) – it’s not like you couldn’t hear or anything. In fact, the sound was completely inescapable. I didn’t particularly need to watch the bass player’s fingers move, or watch Andrew walk around the stage holding a microphone. Perhaps its because he looked like a grumpy old man walking around the stage shouting at a microphone, or perhaps I could see it in my mind’s eye, or whatever. But I wasn’t interested in jostling with the crowd to see if anyone had a new COVID variant I hadn’t developed immunity to.
8-)
Not an experiment I would have tried either.
I was at this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-OC3FsBN2w
I was ALL the way at the back of the arena, the heat off the stage when the pyros went off – and when it’s Rammstein they go off a LOT – felt like direct sunlight on a hot day in Spain, and I could not only hear everything, my ears were ringing for two days afterwards. As I said at the time – it was the nearest thing I can imagine to seeing Disaster Area in concert. I looked at the kids in the mosh area, and a small part of me was jealous. A much larger, older, creakier part of me was very happy to be in the comfy seats way in back. It’s a young man game, moshing.
” It’s a young man game, moshing.”
I’m reminded of my brother’s wedding party, large crowd, lots of good food and wine, DJ, lots of dancing. Eventually a mosh pit formed and I saw my mother, 70 years old, frail, 1,50m tall, with probably a glass of wine too many, look at it and think “that looks fun!” and throw herself wholeheartedly into it.
It’s only a young man’s game if you think it is!
🎵 All the sisters of mercy,
they are not departed or gone
They were waiting for me
when I thought that I just can’t go on… 🎶
i feel like a nerd for getting the disaster area reference. congrats on still being able to do drugs for concerts, for the moment, heh.
Bass player? The Sisters haven’t had a bass player since Tony James left in the early 90s. I was under the impression that the bass lines are sequenced these days – unless one of the interchangeable guitarists picked up a bass for a song or two?
@Pierce R. Butler:
Ahh, I immediately heard that in the voice of Leonard Cohen. (And then in the voice of Sting, who covered it on the ‘Tower of Song’ tribute album.)
call me mark@#6:
unless one of the interchangeable guitarists picked up a bass for a song or two?
I should have written “the maker of bass noises.” There was some thump, and I’m not sure what was making it. For all I know it was a synth.
Great American Satan@#5:
congrats on still being able to do drugs for concerts, for the moment, heh.
It was mostly just to stay on my feet.
I missed a chance to get addicted to cocaine in the 80s, and have discovered that it is a great pick-me-up but has the side-effect of putting me into motor-mouth mode for about 12hr. Someone mentioned that I probably should wear a warning label.