
WhiteStrat
Don't stare at the eye.
WhiteStrat's completely biased concert review of the month:
Yep, I'm a child of the 70's and 80's. My wife and I (and my daughter and her husband) took in the triple bill of Styx, Foreigner and Kansas 'bout a week ago.
As a kid, my favorite band of all time was Styx--so that's why my wife got the tix for us. Kansas was up there among my faves, and Foreigner was no where on the list (c'mon...Hot Blooded? Give me a break!).
Styx was the headliner, with the longest set, and certainly didn't disappoint. There's only 2 founding fathers in the band, but my favorite was always Tommy Shaw, and he's still there, so it was cool. They were tight and played like they were 20 and had something to prove.
Foreigner was second, with the second longest set. I expected the least out of them, because I never liked 'em a lot to begin with. Besides, it's only one founding father--Mick Jones, and a bunch of young ringers he's hired to sound like Foreigner did 30 years ago. Gotta tell ya--they surprised the hell out of me. Though watching Mick Jones was a bit like watching your grandfather wank on a Les Paul, he was very good, and very into what he was doing. And the rest of the band wasn't just a cover band. They were playing the tunes like they owned 'em. Foreigner was definitely the surprise of the night.
Kansas opened. Bottom of the ticket, shortest set. As a youngster, I really liked them. And as I've aged, they're one of the bands from my youth that I've come to love, often asking myself, "WTF--why wasn't I more into these guys back in the day?" They had 4 out of 5 founding fathers--not bad for old timers. Problem is, the missing old timer, Kerry Livgren, is the heart of the band as far as I'm concerned. All of their truly genius stuff is his. So I was guarded in my expectations of Kansas without Kerry.
I needn't have been. Seeing them was borderline spiritual. Every note was spot on, and again, they weren't phoning it in. They were playing like they just wrote this stuff yesterday and couldn't wait to share it with the world. And one of my all time favorite songs ever on the planet or in the solar system or the universe for that matter...Carry on my Wayward Son. (Sorry if that's trite.)
wow...I saw Kansas when I was about 16--I probably hadn't tasted enough of life to even know what a wayward son was, much less feel like one--so however well they played it back then--it was lost on me.
But not this time. It was one of the single best live music moments of my life. I really expected it to be like watching a karaoke cover of old songs, but it really blew me away.
As much as I enjoyed seeing Styx yet again, and being surprised by Foreigner, Kansas was the take-away memory maker. Like I said to my wife after they finished Wayward Son (their last tune)--"I could go home right now and have more than my money's worth."
Yep, I'm a child of the 70's and 80's. My wife and I (and my daughter and her husband) took in the triple bill of Styx, Foreigner and Kansas 'bout a week ago.
As a kid, my favorite band of all time was Styx--so that's why my wife got the tix for us. Kansas was up there among my faves, and Foreigner was no where on the list (c'mon...Hot Blooded? Give me a break!).
Styx was the headliner, with the longest set, and certainly didn't disappoint. There's only 2 founding fathers in the band, but my favorite was always Tommy Shaw, and he's still there, so it was cool. They were tight and played like they were 20 and had something to prove.
Foreigner was second, with the second longest set. I expected the least out of them, because I never liked 'em a lot to begin with. Besides, it's only one founding father--Mick Jones, and a bunch of young ringers he's hired to sound like Foreigner did 30 years ago. Gotta tell ya--they surprised the hell out of me. Though watching Mick Jones was a bit like watching your grandfather wank on a Les Paul, he was very good, and very into what he was doing. And the rest of the band wasn't just a cover band. They were playing the tunes like they owned 'em. Foreigner was definitely the surprise of the night.
Kansas opened. Bottom of the ticket, shortest set. As a youngster, I really liked them. And as I've aged, they're one of the bands from my youth that I've come to love, often asking myself, "WTF--why wasn't I more into these guys back in the day?" They had 4 out of 5 founding fathers--not bad for old timers. Problem is, the missing old timer, Kerry Livgren, is the heart of the band as far as I'm concerned. All of their truly genius stuff is his. So I was guarded in my expectations of Kansas without Kerry.
I needn't have been. Seeing them was borderline spiritual. Every note was spot on, and again, they weren't phoning it in. They were playing like they just wrote this stuff yesterday and couldn't wait to share it with the world. And one of my all time favorite songs ever on the planet or in the solar system or the universe for that matter...Carry on my Wayward Son. (Sorry if that's trite.)
wow...I saw Kansas when I was about 16--I probably hadn't tasted enough of life to even know what a wayward son was, much less feel like one--so however well they played it back then--it was lost on me.
But not this time. It was one of the single best live music moments of my life. I really expected it to be like watching a karaoke cover of old songs, but it really blew me away.
As much as I enjoyed seeing Styx yet again, and being surprised by Foreigner, Kansas was the take-away memory maker. Like I said to my wife after they finished Wayward Son (their last tune)--"I could go home right now and have more than my money's worth."