Oh, He's the Boss Alright

The big sis took the missus and me to see Bruce Springsteen at Giants Stadium last Sunday night. I had it in my head to do a long review.

There is way too much to say, so I'll leave it at this: Bruce Springsteen kicks all kinds of ass in all sorts of directions. Seeing him and the E-Street Band in their natural habitat (i.e. New Jersey) is about the most awesomest thing in the world.

Thanks, big sis.

I Come From the Land Down Over There

Children of the 80s will remember the Australian band Men At Work. After all, this is the group that introduced most Americans to Vegemite. A Musack form of their hit "Down Under" plays today under Qantas Airlines ads. "Who Can It Be Now?" is a question I ask myself every day.

But here's something I didn't know for 25 years. Colin Hay, the lead singer and songwriter for the Band Down Under, isn't Australian at all. He hails from Kilwinning, Scotland.

I feel as though some fraud has been perpetrated on the ten-year-old version of myself who bought the "Business As Usual" cassette all those years ago with his hard-earned allowance. I was buying the Australianness of it all.

I'm beginning to think that maybe Scotland really does have a claim on just about everything.

A B&E Woodwindist

The other night, the missus and I went to a little jazz basement here in Edinburgh with two of her brothers and her sister-in-law. It was a perfectly pleasant night on the town, and we were all in agreement that the band was quite good, while the singer was a little on the ridiculous side. He was one of those singers who won't listen to his accompanying band because he loves the sound of his voice too much. That's especially a problem when the voice is only OK to begin with.

Anyway, one of his featured musicians was a bald woodwind player. He played the saxophone and the flute very skillfully. This in itself might have qualified him for a Bald & Effective label.

But then, about three songs into the set, we noticed that he was missing the ring finger on his left hand. He compensated by playing with two different knuckles on his middle finger. Try bending your middle finger at both knuckles separately. I'm telling you: his lack of finger slowed him down not one iota. The man was impressive.

The double bass player was excellent, too, but he had all his digits and all his hair, so who cares?

Sonic Assault

As I've mentioned, I'm on many political email action lists. Recently, I got an email from James Taylor on behalf of the Natural Resources Defense Council. He was decrying the Navy's use of mid-frequency sound waves, which kill whales. Says James:

The Navy's sonic assault on whales should be stopped immediately... I am so distressed by the acoustic onslaught the Navy is now waging beneath our planet's oceans.

Well, James Taylor, I'm distressed by the acoustic onslaught you're waging at concerts across this country. Your sonic assault on us should be stopped immediately.

Hoo-ah! BANG! Zzp-POW! Wocka-wocka-wocka!

Yes, I signed the damned petition.

Now That's Rock-n-Roll

Dude. Keith Richards snorted his father.

He's still got it.

I'm a Convert

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Yes, dear B&E readers, I've re-accepted Jesus Christ as my personal savior. That Mel incident really got me thinking...

The Dixie Chicks totally rule.

The Chicks played Madison Square Garden Tuesday night, and via my brother-in-law who's currently touring with them (thanks, brother-in-law and a shout-out to my sister for marrying a badass), the missus and I got some free tickets. Kick ass. Totally kick ass.

Obviously, with my own personal need for Bush-bashing, I've been aware of the "incident" that got the Chicks shunned by the country music establishment (many stations still refuse to play their music). But I'd never made the leap to hear the music. Generally speaking, country music ain't my bag. Classic country I like quite a lot, but I had assumed that the Chicks were sort of like Garth Brooks and other country "artists" that make me cringe.

Dude, I was so wrong. The Chicks can play, their songs are catchy, and their backup band is tight tight tight. Their keyboardist once "played for some TV thing Elvis was doing back in '68." Yeah, that would be the legendary Elvis comeback concert. They did a few bluegrass numbers that had my mouth agape.

Apparently, The Chicks have been canceling shows here and there because of lagging ticket sales. Mostly in the south and midwest. So instead they're focusing on the places they're particularly popular right now -- the northeast US, Canada, and Europe. If they come to a city near you, go see them play. It will please you. Seriously kickass.

The missus was also impressed by their shoes. They were all in spike heels, and the banjo player had red soles on hers. And on stage they're all totally hot.

By the way, I think that's my brother-in-law in the left-hand background of the photo. Those curls look vaguely familiar.

Last Train Home - A Shill

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Yesterday, the missus and I drove to the City of Brotherly Love to see my sister's gig. She's been playing with a band called Last Train Home when she can fit it in with her teaching schedule at Vanderbilt, where she flaunts her post-graduate degree and road experience, lecturing to impressionable collegians about the history of rock music.

Something I should point out, as an aside, is that my sister got the looks, brains, and talent in the family. She's a total badass.

I knew nothing of Last Train Home prior to the gig last night, and if being good guys was all it took to be a famous band, Last Train Home should be at least as big as Gary Glitter, if not bigger.

Their core is a three-man rhythm section (with vocals). Then they add players based on availability. So last night's crew included my sister on keyboard and accordion, a lead guitarist who blew out his amp, and a large fella on the pedal steel. Alt-country is the style of music. You know, country folk that can rock out. And it was great. They made driving back to New York at 3am a breeze. Parking in Sunnyside at 3am, however...

Opening for Last Train Home was a woman named Julie Lee. She sounds a little like Allison Kraus, and other than the love songs to Jesus, she was great, too.


Later: I forgot the shill part. Buy their albums.

He's Got Some Super-White Choppers, Too

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Joe Perry finished up a whopping two-city tour last night (Boston and New York) to promote his solo album. Joe also has a line of salsas, although he didn't mention those during the gig. I can't hear this morning.

Joe's crowd banter is hilarious, because he just sort of comes off as this mellow, slightly awkward dude, like, "I was feelin' sorta upset one day so I wrote a song about it," or "I'm a little embarrassed to play this one for you because it's called 'Ten Years' which is how long I've been with my wife and I love her a lot," or "I once heard Johnny Cash play a song about seeing the whole world and I could relate so I thought I'd write a song about that, too, only rock n' roll." He constantly referred to the band (which included my brother-in-law) as "some good friends of mine," like they were all just hanging out.

Then he'd totally rock out. I've never seen Aerosmith live, but I have to assume that, since they've been around as long as they have been, Joe's at least partially responsible for many of the guitar-playing cliches, and he pulled out all those, too -- the hopping backwards on one leg that AC/DC really made famous, the falling to his knees, and the playing behind his head. He had a different guitar for almost every song (I've seriously never seen so many guitars in one show), and when he played the single (which he opened and closed with), for the solo, he spun one guitar to his back, and grabbed a second, playing the rest of the song draped by guitars.

It was old school rock music, which I always enjoy a lot. Webster Hall was shaking.

Joe's totally cut, by the way. At one point, he ripped his shirt open to reveal his washboard abs. Hell, if I was his age with washboard abs, I'd rip my shirt open, too. In fact, if I had washboard abs now, I'd probably rip my shirt open.

The guest list was huge and workers-of-the-door tried to tell me I wasn't on it. After explaining for the fourth time that I was probably on the band's list (I could tell she wasn't listening to me), she found me on a single typed page in the back. Since Webster Hall is a club also, the workers-of-the-door are these hipper-than-thou hotties (male and female) who wield vast quantities of enormously annoying power. Downstairs from the venue, in another venue, PlayGirl was having a GIRLS NIGHT OUT party.

Keep your eyes out for the DVD (of Joe, not PlayGirl). And don't forget his line of salsas.

Irish Chamber Orchestra

I'd just like to give a special shout out to the Irish Chamber Orchestra who played at Carnegie Hall last night. Bill Whelan of Riverdance fame had a US premiere of a new piece as part of the evening. Whatever you think of Riverdance, this new little fella he wrote that's a sort of fusion of traditional Irish and contemporary classical music, called Carna, was freakin' brilliant, and featured some Irish lilting and a hot fiddler called Zoe Conway. She was born in the 80s, so I'm guessing she's gonna have a bit of a career ahead of her yet. Kudos also to my brilliant wife, who scored free tickets to the show and allowed me to enjoy my first experience at Carnegie Hall. It was one of those things that remind you how great New York is.

making slow, sweet music

I went with a few folks to fairfield, connecti-cult last night to hear some classical music (don't ask). the soloists were great, and the orchestra seemed to do pretty well with the fast movements of the symphonies being played. when it came time for the slow bits, however, the musicianship sort of fell apart. my wife pointed out that playing slowly is much more difficult than playing quickly, which, when you think about it, is true about so many important things.