Well, a lull on the blog, anyhow. But, I’m back now.
I made a quick run out to Las Vegas because a friend of mine had some VIP tickets to the Sisters of Mercy show, and why not? There was a lot of loudness and tequila and some drugs, and an after-party, then a day spent repairing a hangover through aggressive napping, then off to the airport. I got home at 3:00am this morning and just now woke up.
You know why partying is a youth thing? Because they can. Eventually it’s self-regulating.
One thing I found myself thinking, as I watched the crowd of people fighting over space by the upper level railing (meanwhile, I was stationed on a comfortable couch I could not fall off of) – it’s not like you couldn’t hear or anything. In fact, the sound was completely inescapable. I didn’t particularly need to watch the bass player’s fingers move, or watch Andrew walk around the stage holding a microphone. Perhaps its because he looked like a grumpy old man walking around the stage shouting at a microphone, or perhaps I could see it in my mind’s eye, or whatever. But I wasn’t interested in jostling with the crowd to see if anyone had a new COVID variant I hadn’t developed immunity to.
Not an experiment I would have tried either.
I was at this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-OC3FsBN2w
I was ALL the way at the back of the arena, the heat off the stage when the pyros went off – and when it’s Rammstein they go off a LOT – felt like direct sunlight on a hot day in Spain, and I could not only hear everything, my ears were ringing for two days afterwards. As I said at the time – it was the nearest thing I can imagine to seeing Disaster Area in concert. I looked at the kids in the mosh area, and a small part of me was jealous. A much larger, older, creakier part of me was very happy to be in the comfy seats way in back. It’s a young man game, moshing.
” It’s a young man game, moshing.”
I’m reminded of my brother’s wedding party, large crowd, lots of good food and wine, DJ, lots of dancing. Eventually a mosh pit formed and I saw my mother, 70 years old, frail, 1,50m tall, with probably a glass of wine too many, look at it and think “that looks fun!” and throw herself wholeheartedly into it.
It’s only a young man’s game if you think it is!
Pierce R. Butler says
🎵 All the sisters of mercy,
they are not departed or gone
They were waiting for me
when I thought that I just can’t go on… 🎶
Great American Satan says
i feel like a nerd for getting the disaster area reference. congrats on still being able to do drugs for concerts, for the moment, heh.
call me mark says
Bass player? The Sisters haven’t had a bass player since Tony James left in the early 90s. I was under the impression that the bass lines are sequenced these days – unless one of the interchangeable guitarists picked up a bass for a song or two?
@Pierce R. Butler:
Ahh, I immediately heard that in the voice of Leonard Cohen. (And then in the voice of Sting, who covered it on the ‘Tower of Song’ tribute album.)
Marcus Ranum says
call me mark@#6:
unless one of the interchangeable guitarists picked up a bass for a song or two?
I should have written “the maker of bass noises.” There was some thump, and I’m not sure what was making it. For all I know it was a synth.
Marcus Ranum says
Great American Satan@#5:
congrats on still being able to do drugs for concerts, for the moment, heh.
It was mostly just to stay on my feet.
I missed a chance to get addicted to cocaine in the 80s, and have discovered that it is a great pick-me-up but has the side-effect of putting me into motor-mouth mode for about 12hr. Someone mentioned that I probably should wear a warning label.