Nothing But Love :: golf blogger

About the only thing I can say is that I stayed slightly longer at this concert than I did for the 1973 Badfinger concert at the college I attended. Perhaps if the sound mix had been better I would have stayed a little longer.

I had never heard of the group before J-Dogg mentioned he was going, then Sue called to see if we could use the extra ticket. J-Dogg suggested that we go together; and if you have a teenager and he suggests that you do something with him, you jump at the chance because those chances are dwindling to a precious few. I told her I would use the ticket.

I had fun on the drive down, talking about music and bands we liked and concerts I had attended. J-Dogg prepped me for Dream Theater, but I think that he heard the band in its better days.

I wrote down the words I understood in the four or five tunes the band played. In the third song, I distinctly heard, "Through the night." Those words are common to many songs done by many artists -- it's tough when nobody around knows the words and is singing along. In that same song, though, I thought that I got the gist of the song with the lyric, "Gonna fuck some bimbos."

But the more I thought about it, the crowd should have been screaming and cheering with a line like that; but it wasn't. Well, it should have been a line in the song -- would have been much better and could have set the tone. Oh, well.

In the next song, I thought the singer, who looked pretty used up -- the band formed in the '80's -- especially when he flicked the switch that turned on the orange light to illuminate his face, making him even uglier than he was. The orange light on his long grayish-brown hair was pretty scary, too. Come to think of it, the few words of the song that I thought I heard, "Love the space man," fit in, I guess.

Then there was the guy on the keyboard that spun around. He stood there playing, then spun it around on the stand, catching it, then continuing to play. He often turned his back to the audience while playing, then spun back, like wanted to surprise the crowd -- hey, don't ask me. It must have been some prog-heavy-metal thing. The drummer was surrounded by 87 drums and cymbals, including five bass drums -- I saw him beat on three cymbals and a couple of the drums during the part of the show we saw. He was probably going to get cranked up and play the rest of them later in the evening.

This group had three projected screens to the rear, not only showing them playing on stage, but also showing psychedelic swirling colors, and some kind of videos that were probably supposed to tell a story during the song; but without words, the videos had no relation to the music.

During one song, the number "1928" kept flashing on one of the screens. There were newspapers flashed too quickly to read anything; so, I could only conclude that "1928," having no significance like "666," denoted the year 1928. And what happened in 1928 that would inspire someone to write a song? I couldn't really figure out anything except that Herbert Hoover was elected president of the USA.

Sue and Dave agreed at that point that we should leave. Any band that does a song about Herbert Hoover -- a little too progressive and much too esoteric for my taste.