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Recently returned from seeing Train at Rain. Very awesome, if somewhat short, concert. It was a Mix 94.1. Underground Lounge. I think I needed 2 hours of cathartic screaming - I feel quite relaxed. Roadies came out starting around 7:45 - we screamed at them. Jason Rooney from Mix came out around 8:10 - we screamed at him. More roadies - more screaming. And finally, when the canned music stopped and the lights went off, the real screaming started. It's an act of magic, really - you scream really loud, start stomping and clapping and shouting the band name to summon them.
And we were so fucking close to the stage!!!!!!!! They didn't look like minatures of themselves, they looked like full-sized rock guys! And as an audience, we probably spent more time singing and screaming on command than the band spent singing & playing music. Pat Monahan is a very interactive person - he told us to scream incoherent things, and we screamed our freaking heads off. We all put our hands in the air & hopped up and down when he sang about doing the hokey-pokey. We really went berserk when he took a camera from someone in the pit & scanned it across the crowd. Concerts aren't just about the music - they're about the band, onstage, live & in person and that whole concert experience, making the forked horns (I couldn't explain it to Sheung Yee - she asked, "What's that?!") & swaying your arms back & forth & holding up lighters (only now it's lighted cell phones) during ballads. It's about stomping & whistling & chanting to summon the band for an encore. It's the banter the lead singer engages in with the audience. It's about being deaf & sounding like the Godfather when the concert is over, so you're yelling in a whispery voice.
But of course, the music is the biggest part, and weirdly enough, Train's sound is too big for Rain. Seal has that kind of bluesy jazzy sound that goes well in a small, intimate club, but Train is too old-school rock for that venue. Especially when the guitars and Pat's vocals hit those screeching high notes. Or when, before launching into the Mighty Zep's 'Ramble On', Pat opened with the beginning from 'Whole Lotta Love'. They mostly played their new stuff, but they had to do the standards - 'Drops of Jupiter' (entire audience in song), 'Calling All the Angels' (once again, everyone sang), 'Meet Virginia' and 'She's On Fire'. Sheung Yee kept asking me 'Who's Led Zeppelin?' - she's my age, but she was raised in China... not that that's an excuse, but oh well... and the very last song was 'Dream On' - Sheung Yee said, "Aerosmith did this?" The drum solo they did during 'Free' was absolutely awesome. I could feel myself trying to go places, but I didn't have enough booze in me to let go completely.
Let's see - there was an apparatus in the center of the club that spewed fire everywhere, which was weirdly inappropriate for 'Drops of Jupiter'... someone from the balcony sprinkled everyone in my immediate area w/wine... and now I'm sitting here eating leftover chicken gizzards & livers.
In other news, no prints came off the flashlight we found from the robbery, but I traded our treadmill & AbLounger for a PS2 - it's one of the old ones, but o fucking well. I've got two tests on Monday, one for my management class & one for pre-Algebra. I had a cardiac ultrasound done today (technically an 'echocardiogram'). It was pretty interesting to watch & listen to my heart beat. It sounds very watery compared to listening to your heart beat through a stethoscope. Sort of like listening to a washing machine on agitate - it's got a rhythmic swishy thumping kind of noise.
Recently returned from seeing Train at Rain. Very awesome, if somewhat short, concert. It was a Mix 94.1. Underground Lounge. I think I needed 2 hours of cathartic screaming - I feel quite relaxed. Roadies came out starting around 7:45 - we screamed at them. Jason Rooney from Mix came out around 8:10 - we screamed at him. More roadies - more screaming. And finally, when the canned music stopped and the lights went off, the real screaming started. It's an act of magic, really - you scream really loud, start stomping and clapping and shouting the band name to summon them.
And we were so fucking close to the stage!!!!!!!! They didn't look like minatures of themselves, they looked like full-sized rock guys! And as an audience, we probably spent more time singing and screaming on command than the band spent singing & playing music. Pat Monahan is a very interactive person - he told us to scream incoherent things, and we screamed our freaking heads off. We all put our hands in the air & hopped up and down when he sang about doing the hokey-pokey. We really went berserk when he took a camera from someone in the pit & scanned it across the crowd. Concerts aren't just about the music - they're about the band, onstage, live & in person and that whole concert experience, making the forked horns (I couldn't explain it to Sheung Yee - she asked, "What's that?!") & swaying your arms back & forth & holding up lighters (only now it's lighted cell phones) during ballads. It's about stomping & whistling & chanting to summon the band for an encore. It's the banter the lead singer engages in with the audience. It's about being deaf & sounding like the Godfather when the concert is over, so you're yelling in a whispery voice.
But of course, the music is the biggest part, and weirdly enough, Train's sound is too big for Rain. Seal has that kind of bluesy jazzy sound that goes well in a small, intimate club, but Train is too old-school rock for that venue. Especially when the guitars and Pat's vocals hit those screeching high notes. Or when, before launching into the Mighty Zep's 'Ramble On', Pat opened with the beginning from 'Whole Lotta Love'. They mostly played their new stuff, but they had to do the standards - 'Drops of Jupiter' (entire audience in song), 'Calling All the Angels' (once again, everyone sang), 'Meet Virginia' and 'She's On Fire'. Sheung Yee kept asking me 'Who's Led Zeppelin?' - she's my age, but she was raised in China... not that that's an excuse, but oh well... and the very last song was 'Dream On' - Sheung Yee said, "Aerosmith did this?" The drum solo they did during 'Free' was absolutely awesome. I could feel myself trying to go places, but I didn't have enough booze in me to let go completely.
Let's see - there was an apparatus in the center of the club that spewed fire everywhere, which was weirdly inappropriate for 'Drops of Jupiter'... someone from the balcony sprinkled everyone in my immediate area w/wine... and now I'm sitting here eating leftover chicken gizzards & livers.
In other news, no prints came off the flashlight we found from the robbery, but I traded our treadmill & AbLounger for a PS2 - it's one of the old ones, but o fucking well. I've got two tests on Monday, one for my management class & one for pre-Algebra. I had a cardiac ultrasound done today (technically an 'echocardiogram'). It was pretty interesting to watch & listen to my heart beat. It sounds very watery compared to listening to your heart beat through a stethoscope. Sort of like listening to a washing machine on agitate - it's got a rhythmic swishy thumping kind of noise.
