Concert
Wednesday, September 21
Last night I went with my father to see the Allman Brothers Band at the Uptown Theater. This has been I think the fifth time I've seen them now. It wasn't really one of their best performances, but I still had a good time.
The opening act was something. Right at 7:00, the scheduled show time, these five women come on stage and just pick up instruments and start playing... hard. It wasn't like, heavy rock or anything, but I was seriously wondering why this band was opening for the Allman Brothers. I was really impressed by the jamming and solos played by these ladies. They had worked the room with their energy, you could tell everyone was getting into it. In fact, I'd say due to the lackluster performance by the "Brothers", I enjoyed this band more.
The band is called Antigone Rising, a bunch of early thirty-something ladies from Jersey. They sound like Stevie Nicks, Dixie Chicks, Alanis Morressette, and Melissa Etheridge mixed with the Allman Brothers. Good stuff, really... trust me. TRUST ME DAMN IT! After they played their single, the lead singer said their video was playing on CMT, which at first I though, "This isn't Country Music?", but then I realized the crap that gets played on MTV and VH1 and realized their particular sound didn't fit the MTV culture of Green Day and Jessica Simpson.
The rest of the concert? Well, some kid (probably my age) got drunk two rows ahead of us and almost got into it with some gentlemen because, frankly, the kid was being an idiot. So sad. So he was kicked out. And the smell of pot didn't fill the air until the last couple of songs. Usually it takes little to no time for somebody to light up at these things. What's wrong with you people?!?
After the concert, my Dad and I lined up outside to get a CD. A CD? Let me backtrack. There was a table in the lobby before the concert that was selling live CD's, of the concert we were going to watch. Fifteen minutes after the concert is over we had it on CD. How cool is that? I wish these people did that at every concert. I'd have a nice little collection.
Later. Till then, my ears be' a ringin'.
