In early October (5&6), the Disco Biscuits headlined a sold out Mann Center for two nights. The opening set started around 8 PM. I am not going to even bother describing what the first set was like, because my head exploded as soon as I got in there. There were no assigned seats, so you could simply walk before the startlight terrace and enjoy the show. Big J. hooked up the tickets, and Dr. Blythe Goodlove chose to attend as well. The opening set was a blur, except for the vivid memory that the Disco Biscuits had clearly invested vast amounts of money into their production and light set, which caused Big J to exclaim – Wow! These guys have truly made it. I can’t possibly explain the experience of the first set; it was simply entirely disorienting yet powerful. The screens were lit with bright lights, splicing images of women in underwear, as if from a scene from a psychedelic version of Revenge of the Nerds, and suddenly I realized that this band’s goal is to be the most 80’s Miami, cocaine-simulating, rocked out group possible, and it is likely that they have achieved this status, as if Tony Montana himself had made these guys his fucking house band…I mean, Superfly had Curtis Mayfield…and Scarface has the Disco Biscuits. But this is the simple description of the band. This is only one understanding – namely that they try to be the most rocked out, coke-head loving band out there, but what’s wrong with that? They’re not telling you to do the drugs…just like we love Scarface without actually doing a mountain of coke. These guys put on a show to you the feeling of being in Miami beach in 1982; yet we are actually alive, living, breathing, 30 years later. The lights and excitement is so good you don’t need the drugs, you get chills just being there. The second understanding is for the second set.
In between Bicuits’ sets one and two, Diplo hit a serious DJ round which showed why he is possibly the best party DJ Philly has to offer. QuestLove probably is the best hip hop spinner, while Diplo is all party… once he slowed it down in the middle of the set, the crowd went bananas, and he simply said (which only got everyone fired up even more), “relax Philly, it’s only, like 9:30.” In the dark night, overlooking the Philadelphia skyline and the rising moon towards the East, it was clear, that these artists are the best that Philadelphia has to offer, and it is very high quality music. Diplo is not simply one of those DJs that just plays the music or a mix, as most club DJs do, just bobbing their head up and down with headphones on, simply turning up the volume on one knob and down on the other, like you are in Drinkers on a Tuesday or Fado on a Saturday, those DJs that are fucking anonymous and ubiquitous in the mid-town bars, DJs that DJ Deadmous can’t stop insulting. No, Diplo actually understands the music, the bars that makes people jump, he will follow that energy, splice the song, moment by moment, bringing you back and forth, seemlessly integrating 3, 4, 5 tracks at a time, reprogramming the music we are programmed to hear in a certain way, simply enhancing it further. Slowing it down, mixing in others, speeding it up. Yes, Diplo is one of the best Philly has to offer.
That’s what the Disco Biscuits are too – they are the best Philly has to offer – providing a streaming, flowing, vision of blue green art deco video art balls floating in the air. This is the second set. The second understanding. It’s not simply about drugs, getting high, it’s about providing the best, most transitory show possible, a waking dream in the manner of Dali, yet enhanced with music, movement, floating globes, a living dreamscape. The terrace has the best view for this, and I become truly appreciative for the first time, what the Disco Biscuits are. Yes, they are the band that tries to be as “bad-ass” as possible – in the meaning of what a highschooler might consider – good weed, hoppy beers, hot chics – but that’s just the adolescent view of it. The deeper view, is the art, the challenge of tapping into the subconscious mind and replicating that on the screen at a moment in time, unredacted. Dr. Goodlove keeps saying, “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.” I can’t help but think it might be a literal plea arising out of fear that she will lose sight of me, to be devoured in the parking lot by post-apocalyptic hippie-zombies (hungry for brains once the nitrous tanks run out), or if this comes from a deeper insecurity nascent in her subconscious mind from a deep-seeded fear from a time before I existed to her, a plea for me to stay, to give up the adolescent sex-seeking behavior and simply stop running and enjoy the show. To stop and stand still. The smoke and the lights coming from the stage look like greyhounds running (watch below – 23 seconds in) and it is truly amazing, shocking. In 3D.
So imagine my joy when approximately 10 days later, @CRSNPhila offered me tickets to go see Primus in 3D at the Tower Theatre in Upper Darby. Primus hits the stage promptly at 8 PM, and Les Claypool, before a house full of restless Primus fans chanting “Primus Sucks! Primus Sucks!” (It’s actually intended to be endearing) proclaims, “So my manager said we had to take it to 3D because I didn’t realize we were only in 2D.”
Within moments the crowd was in a frenzy. Everyone had 3D glasses on too, which made it harder to see. This one kid, however, didn’t have his glasses on. He was stumbling up the aisle, like 5 minutes into the concert. He was like 12 years old (okay, maybe 16, max a college freshman) and he fell into the chairs a row before us, but not a good part of the chairs, like the backs of the chairs that would be uncomfortable to fall on backwards. The two dudes in front of us (who were kinda creepy by the way, it was like this older dude, who acted like he was young, and this young dude, who acted like he was old and smoked ciggies clandestinely all night, and I couldn’t help but think they were in some weird relationship where the older guy who tried to seem young was his benefactor and the only cost for free nights out on the town would be sexual favors, but I try not to think about these perversions at a Primus show, cuz then I could get lost in the thicket of the mind and other people might think the same about me and @CRSNPhila, tho they’d probably consider me the benefactor cuz I look older even though @CRSNPhila is and makes slightly more money, either way these thoughts can get you really tripped out at a Primus show) looked at each other and were like, holy shit, this kid is messed up, hopped up on something. They helped him up, and this 12-year old looking highschooler got back up, started walking up the aisle again, and the damn floor moved on him again and he fell behind us this time. I leaned over to him, as his eyes were rolling into the back of his head and tried to get information out of him, “Dude, what did you take?” but he simply couldn’t get the words out of his mouth. Soon there’s security and girls leaning over him, and he is being escorted out. CRSN is super confused, yet not shocked that someone could lose their shit within 5 minutes of a Primus show, “Dude, that kid lost his Epcot Center. Didn’t even make it through two songs. His face melted. Right in front of me. Melty face Epcot Center melt-down, fell down on hisself.” CRSN then bumps my arm – “Dude, look at that 3D shit. This is like some 3D windows 95 shit…I’m not sure what I think of this 3D stuff. Looks like the screen saver on my computer, but what Claypool is doing on the bass is REDIC!!” A few songs later, Claypool begins playing the stand-up electric bass. CRSN is immediately upset…”Is he not putting on the pig mask? That’s unfortunate…” I’m not sure if I can handle the pig mask however. Claypool puts on that Pigmask, I think to myself, and I’ll start thinking about that kid who lost his Epcot Center. He might be getting his kidney removed right now in a back alley by these bouncers or getting raped by some of the scary hobos wandering around in this formerly nice, not-so-currently nice neighborhood…who knows if those bouncers called him an ambulance and sent him to the UPenn Emergency room like they needed to…but then Claypool disappears for a second and comes back…and there is the Pig Mask…oh shit…I just lost my Epcot Center and my face melted again and I thought about that shit twice now…thank God Les Claypool insists on playing old black and white Popeye cartoons during the half time show (set break) – those Popeye cartoons bring me back home, remind me of a simpler time when I could watch cartoons all day. Those Popeye cartoons with questionable depictions of Native Americans and other ethnicities chill me right out with their familiarity, so I can get my shit back together before I lose it again from all this freaky 3D Atari Windows 95 shit.
Pgroove’s opener, a vivacious young band from New York named Tawk – was certainly worthy for one of America’s premier rock bands. Around 10:45 Tawk finished up with a complex nerd-rock song of climbing scales and layered sounds, while the $4.00 premier beers were delicious. My only complaint about the Blockley is that beers can be expensive – so imagine my surprise when Troegs and Lagunitas were on sale until 12:00…and I thought it was only getting the deal because I was sporting a Brian Dawkins jersey, whose number is being retired this Sunday. Turns out, nope, that’s not the deal, everybody was getting deal, as I learned when the bar tender looked at her screen and started charging me $6.00 after 12:00.
Either way, the night turned out to be a blur, as do so many Fridays after a long week of work. There’s value in sobriety. I just haven’t seem to realize that yet on a global level. Certainly too, when the excitement of one of your favorite bands playing at a small venue, with people who enjoy music, it’s hard not to buy a few beers and get down.
The set opened up with Albert Suttle playing on drums over a track of Cali Swag District’s “Teach me How to Dougie” – and immediately I was up front in the middle of the crowd. This song is amazing. It might be my favority wrap song that’s come out in years.
PGroove played hard for 2.5 hours. No set break. Solid. This band just keeps the good times rolling – getting bigger and better, slowly building its following. At the end of the night, when I asked for my credit card from the female bar tender, she doesn’t believe that I have a credit card with her. I swear that my William Shatner priceline.com Visa is behind the bar. She refuses to believe me. After about 5 minutes of me promising to her that she does, she finds it, and I get a free beer for my troubles. Then I went back stage after the show. The backstage at the Blockley isn’t glamorous in terms of what we think backstages should be. But it’s pretty cool. There’s a basement with industrial equipment and a large parking lot in the back where the busses park. I saw Matt McDonald (Pgroove Keboardist) and Adam Perry (bassist) by their bus and I got them to sign my red hard hat – which I wore as an homage to the working man – along with my Brian Dawkins jersey – another hard working man. The lead guitarist for Tawk was poking around as well, and he signed one of the free CDs they were giving out during their show (awesome!), but I realize now that I didn’t open the CD first, so he signed the cellophane wrapper (not awesome…), so now I have to get another one of their CDs if I actually want to listen to it…which I do…cuz they are pretty good…so dumb dude…
All in all, a great show which I had to describe as Shakespearian – but only if I had been alive during Shakespeare’s time. Basically, art in living color, real time. Each show different, even if the songs have been played before. Now I am nursing a hangover, lying on my couch, watching college football. I LOVE AMERICA!!
Last week (Sept. 15, 2012) Ghostland Observatory rocked out FDR Park. Just as Big J and I entered the venue, a park that Lotus turned into an outdoor end-of-the-summer celebration, Ghostland Observatory began its set which was one of the best lazer light shows I have ever seen.
This duo puts out more sound than any duo I’ve heard. I was surprised, however, that Aaron Behrens was not in as colorful an outfit as usual, opting for a more subdued, grungy plaid shirt, and not dancing much either during the opening track. However, within ten minutes his plaid shirt was off, black t-in full effect, and he was tramping all over the stage, better than any of the revelers who had come to see his epic dance moves.
However, Thomas Ross Turner was in his trademark cape, as he is the magician, the wizard, the Count of the Synth…he rocks out with his cape out always.
Midway through their set they played Sad Sad City…I wanted to get a beer, and I told Big J, but the music was sooo good man we just had to wait. Ghostland had the whole crowd in the palm of their hand…Behrens screamed out to the crowd, to sing the verse, and the crowd, not entirely familiar with this band, joined in, but tentatively —
Well, I need you
to want me, To hold me, to tell me the truth
Say I need you to want me, To hold me, to tell me the truth, yeah
It was great, the whole crowd singing the chorus, yet not entirely sure of themselves through the tongue-twisty words…no worries…party people. I screamed out the lyrics as loud as I could, hoping to lead the party into the sweet spot. Towards the end of the show, these guys hit this awesome little jam, and I had to capture it. In the middle, you can see Winnie the Pooh dancing on a stick. Pooh Bear loves to party.
Lotus then came on for the final set of the night. They came on at about 8:55, and I told Big J that they would likely play two hours straight, without a set break, and we began to get excited. The FDR Park festival had a perfectly set up beer area, partitioned by low lit christmas lights that made it look slightly sketchy. Even though you could not leave the beer area (because they don’t want old young adults like me selling beer to 20 yr old college dudes at a 5000% mark-up, or even worse, giving it for free to young girls – THINK OF THE CHILDREN), the stage was close and you could see the lights and hear the music perfectly.
The transient energy that Lotus builds upon makes it perfect for a two hour show, no set break. The lack of the break means the energy continues to build, along with the party. The show ended early because of time restrictions, but what a night! Lotus played its homebase with some serious pride, and their fans reacted with the same pleasure!
And for those who wanted the party to go on longer, there were massive amounts of people swimming in fish tanks outside for about a half-an hour after the show, and Chickie’s and Pete’s was still open, serving food and slinging beer until closing time at 2:00AM.
AMON TOBIN AT THE E FACTORY
Only two days later (Sept. 17, 2012) Amon Tobin rocked out the E-Factory. It being CRSN’s bday and all, the Beerman treated him to a birthday night out, with complete access to the upstairs VIP and all!! While the opening act was fairly run-of-the mill dub-step type stuff, that really lacked anything to hook you in, once Amon Tobin started, it was clear why he is one of the premier djs in the world.
Amon Tobin provides a unique experience of transcendence and awareness – with the wonder that if we are here in 2012 both musically and in terms of a visual experience – how much farther can we go? With technology and imagination leading the way, will this look archaic in five years? Ten years? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? The world may never know…
So the prevailing verdict, from everyone speaking on the matter, is that the Made in America was a huge success. It went off without a hitch; none of that blat blat you get shot by da gun boyeeee which many were cynically expecting from an event smack in the center of Killadelphia. Soon as I get in there, I meet Flagman by Ireland (i.e. the Irish Flag on the Parkway), once we see all these lil’ things walking by in flags, Flagman gets really excited – says – I haven’t seen this many people wearing American flags ever. Momma shoulda known better to drop you off and let you walk around in that alone…
In the end, however, even more impressive than the flag shorts and the hippidy-hop was the temporary feeling of community and hope that reverberated throughout the make-shift village. Once Flagman walks me to his crew, there’s a sense of goodness and universal belonging that Philly has lacked for a long time…I spot a couple of guys dancing to the reverberations of the Dirty Projectors and their dancing is complete revelry, with friends eliciting pure joy.
Throughout the evening, various cats give a quick glimpse of their joyful party-expressionism. For example, J-Dubs, Ellinger, The Man, waltzes up to say hello in passing, in a flag cape, as Captain MadeinAmerica, quickly shooting the breeze with a million dollar smile. “Let me tell you, my friend, this is the best weekend I’ve ever had. I don’t think it can get any better than this.” “Ellinger, you getting into anything good?” “Well, I can’t really get into details if you know what I mean, but don’t worry, I’m in a good state of mind. I don’t have a job, so I figure, shit, might as well have some fun, right?” Suddenly, Miss MadeinAmerica walks up to J-Dubs entreating, I’ve been looking for you, and she a bikini flag strapped to her chest and when I look away for a moment, in the corner of my eye J-Dubs lays his dirty-mind projector between her purple mountains majesty, but that’s just a hallucination, my own mind alteration of what reality is desired to be even if it is not. Mais non Ellinger quickly grabs Miss MadeinAmerica, with a shiteating grin, hot blonde on his side, Ellinger bids farewell and into the crowd, he’s gone…with his Maiden America.
Unfortunately, despite the populist appeal, this is an event for those with money to spend…sadly the thousands of homeless in the city had to enjoy the sounds from outside of the bounds of the festival, but even standing on the outer rungs looking in, despite the heartache of not being in the midst of the shit, still provided an uplift to those around, at least feeling part of something greater than the normal doldrums permit. The entire weekend ran $150 so this event (on Labor Day) was probably not as much for the working man or woman, but at $150 for two days of music, it’s something that a blue-collar type like myself could save up for and afford and therefore enjoy a sense of unsurpassed pride I have ever felt towards my hometown, the City of Brotherly Love. One of Flagman’s friends, a cheesy man from Quebec, with a Velveeta voice, who I will call Gruyere, explains it precisely, “Look I live in Baltimore now. We call Philly big Baltimore. As much as I hate this town, though – it’s beautiful…” He points to the Cira Center. I explain to him the evil lurking below the flashy veneer and synchronized lights of the Cira Center, “Look man, I used to work in that building. It’s rotten on the inside.” “Nonesense, he says.” Disagreeing, just like a Quebec born, French-speaking, Irish American would, “I’m not talking about what’s inside the building…” He’s mumbly, drumbly, hard to understand… “Of course the work that’s inside the building is like that. Shit everywhere. Bigger Baltimore. More shit. Shit fuck football team.” Then, Gruyere’s French Canadian optimism comes out, “Nonetheless, look, it’s beautiful. Look around. Buildings, City Hall and William Penn watching, people crowded around even on the streets outside, no gunshots, magnifique!”
He’s right. The whole night has been perfect. Ever since I parked my car on the Chestnut St. bridge (there’s usually parking there) and began walking along the Schuylkill river bike trail, drinking a Southern Tier Double IPA that I had purchased at the Wegman’s bottle shop on Marlton Pike, NJ, out of a WaWa plastic cup that had been formerly a 36 oz. diet coke, I noticed people everywhere, in colorful shirts, exercising, walking, fishing in boats on the river. It was simply a festive time of coming together. The whole Schuylkill Trail buzzing with excitement, as loud vivacious sounds of the Dirty Projectors washed over our heads like a musical quilt, patched together with harmonies, bass drums, a lone guitar solo. Their harmonies projected sheer brilliance in terms of knowledge of sound and overtones, how the whole becomes more than the sum of its parts, while the crowd eats their sound, with joy, however, not like how America Eats Its Young, with fear and loathing.
Walking to the show on the Schuylkill Trail, You didn’t even notice the whir and buzz of cars on I-76 expressway, cars typically moving upwards of 70 MPH, either those cars were less numerous, understanding for a moment the beauty of rest on Labor Day Weekend, or for a change they weren’t the loudest noise makers along the river walk. The Dirty Projectors were drowning that car-noise-pollution out…Soon I was chugging the crap out of this double IPA, standing next to a trashcan like a homeless guy, so I could get in there as quickly as possible. No one even seemed care or shoot dirty looks to the old young guy choking this high ABV beer down, because ultimately, nobody cared about vagrancy today – c’est la vie, nous sommes tous vagabondes!
The Parkway morphed into the most beautiful of cityscapes – oh city to be not dominated by the automobile. Beginning from the river, cutting in front of the Art Museum, then around the perimeter of the concert, towards the box office of 22nd street – what a beautiful world it would be without the constant clogging and disruption of cars. To walk around the urban environment, not feeling crowded or enclosed on the sidewalk alone, a place to walk in a city as big as the sky above! Without cars, the walkway, the street, had again, become a market, a place to walk, not a place to fear. Without cars the Parkway became a greater community within the communities. People meeting, falling in love. Coming together under the cool summer night. Oh Creation! Things were happening on the inside. A true village! Stuff! Food trucks! Beer! And there is the Flagman waiting by Ireland.
As he acted as a my guide, pointing in the directions of this utopian village, the sounds from the stages continued in waves.
Skrillex’ played a short set, which came from the stage on a hill, north of the main stage. The Thriller from Skriller demonstrated why “Dub Step” is truly amazing. Those of us who appreciate hip hop recognize it as the amalgam of jazz, rock, fusion, reggae. Dub step then adds hip-hop and electronic to the mix, with upwards of 16 tracks on a single song, with all popular music humans know and love coming together. It’s the newest sound, not because it’s all that new, but because it combines everything before it, forces us to dance, forces us to push ourselves farther than ever before, louder, scarier, and if you just face it with a blank slate, you realize you are facing the most advanced music the universe is offering us at this time.
Just when it couldn’t get any better, Skrillex ended and on walked Jay-Z to the main stage.
Jay-Z’ greatness cannot be understood until one sits before the grand reverend of rap. He is the Jigga, Hova, and as you sing H to the Izzo, V to the Izzay, you realize that the hand of Creation has truly blessed this man. His power is the line, his understanding, the word, turning a dark and dangerous urban landscape into an opportunity. Empire State of Mind comes on, and the excitement that Beyonce’ would be on stage soon, followed by the disappointment that Beyonce’ was not on stage…only better justified the excitement a few moments later when Kan-yezzey makes his special appearance before the Philly crowd. I lose my shit…KANYE! KANYE!!! OH MY GOD! KANYEEE! Dr. Blyth Goodlove – my love for the evening and throughout this glorious summer – looks at me with shock and awe, thinking, oh no, this partyboy finally lost his mind. “What is wrong with you?” She mouths to me…No shine blocking goddamit…it’s KANYE! KANYAAAYY! I scream from what might as well be miles from the stage. He can’t hear me over any of the other ridiculous screaming going on. He’s here!
And yes, Kanye was here…for a moment, Kanye wanted to see us. HE came here for US! We didn’t know Kanye was gonna show up, but he did – because THIS WAS THE PLACE TO BE! Kanye came here because he wanted to see us…and this is the power of the party. This is the importance of the party. It let’s everyone feel part of their own movie, their own life, those whom we see on TV and idolize, suddenly they are for the people, with the people, and by the people. Although divided from one another due to distance and status, we all become part and parcel of the same party, same essence.
After all of this greatness, I had to try to at least catch some of the second night – see Pearl Jam, innovators of grunge. Rock and Roll emo. Born from the examples of the legends, like Neil Young, Lou Reed, Jimi, Bowie, and Bruce. In the midst of their amazing set, featuring Jeremy, Alive, all the hits, Eddie Vedder even goes into a monologue spouting some pinko nonsense, championing middle class honest workers. This song is a song about someone who does everything right, raises a family, gets up, goes to work, then he loses his job even though he did everything he was told. Flagman starts joking, “This guy clearly hates Mitt Romney…who loves firing people.” Well, it’s true. Pearl Jam is a bunch of leftists…if the conservatives of the world who supposedly love no taxes and little regulation, and somehow also love Pearl Jam and rock n roll, actually listened closely to the music and knew what these guys were about, they would burn their records and never let their kids listen to this music. The empowerment of the music, its criticism of unchecked consumerism, promotion of populism, these are not songs intended for you to listen to in your Benzos before slashing jobs and making “the difficult decisions” leaving people out of work and desperate. Oh America, who loves rock music so, yet has built a society completely contrary to the views of Pearl Jam and baby Jesus. Outside of Seattle, the views are hated but the music so loved. What’s really going on? What would the world look like if we really turned it into the place championed by those artists whom we truly love and respect as a society. What would be so bad about that?
Eddie Vedder Takes a spill while party-dancing.
ENDING THE WEEKEND WITH THE BOSS
So what better way to end this Labor Day, pinko inspired, yet consumerism driven weekend than with the Boss?
For a long week of partying, awakening, discarding misunderstandings, and facing problems (knowing there is an election on the horizon), the Boss was an appropriate way to end it all.
The Boss’ final show (which ended on Labor Day, 2012) wrapped up possibly the greatest run of partying in Philadelphia since the bicentennial. Somehow, too, Philadelphia, the birthplace of Freedom via a Constitution that legislatively approved slavery, was the appropriate place for the partying to go down. If Madonna was the appetizer on Tuesday, Aug. 28, and Made in America was the entrée on Sat-Sun., then the Boss was the cherry-bomb on top. Since my childhood when the song “Born in the USA,” I have always had a thorough misunderstanding of the Boss. I assumed his music simply promoted mindless cheerleading of U.S. nationalism and jingoism, assuming the song to be a simple anthem. No, “Born in the USA” is not a simple cheer but a mirror, a contradiction that criticizes America as much as it promotes it. The Boss, like everything great about the US, is an enigma, a paradox swimming against the paradigm yet excelling in it – a Jewish Catholic Italian – highly patriotic, yet highly introspective and cynical as well. Nothing the Boss does is simple, and his message runs deeper than the surface. The opposite of a rote cheerleader. When conservatives blast “Born in the USA” from parties or cars, too often they miss the anti-war message, the criticism of the USA as a war machine, a country that will send its homegrown to fight political wars, for the egos of politicians.
After the ironic success of “Born in the USA,” the Boss become more folksy and quiet. The E. Street Band took a hiatus and the songs got slower, so it wasn’t that easy to get turned on to the Boss in the 90’s. So it just passed me by, so I stuck with Prince and Michael from the 80’s and lived my life in blind ignorance. However, ever since the Sopranos, the Jersey Shore, the Jersey Boys, Boardwalk Empire has made the country again appreciate all that is Jersey (including Bon Jovi – oh yea!) and Jersey’s national treasures, the Boss has had a huge renaissance. Add the fact that the E. Street Band is touring with the Boss again, and viola – by ways of a party epiphany, I can see the Boss in a new light – the shining light for which is deserves. The Boss is a legend, playing to the party for nearly 40 years now, and according to his own legend, the Boss brings the same power now as he did 40 years ago, a potency unmatched by any living soul with the exception of Madonna. Certainly, if James Brown were still alive, there might be a male competition.
And when the Boss sings, he doesn’t sing for ideas, he sings for people. We, those lost souls, singing for them/us, repping them/us, telling stories about and for blue collar America, or anyone else who is hardworking – rich, poor, middle class alike – we all feel better because the Boss is there and he understands how hard it is to get out everyday and do it. He means so much to us all simply because he tells our story, and makes it sound manageable, as if we can continue to work hard because he works so hard on stage, and particularly for those people from New Jersey (a place that only the Boss could love, full of day laborers and industry, crowded highways and strip malls, a place to be loved not all of that but because, there are hard working people just trying to make a go of it for their families…this is our hometown.).
The stories, the shared experiences, the spirits, love, and we are in a sense, from Bruce’s hometown, we all have our own Ashbury Park, and we all even have a little bit of New Jersey in us – the attitude, the love for leisure and recreation, the love for the beach. The Boss understands these common threads and he weaves it together thematically on stage as well as any musician. He can touch you from 600 feet away and feel like he is singing to you directly.
In the middle of the show, the Boss started talking of ghosts. We are all touched by and affected by these spirits in the night, in our lives, moving us in ways we can’t possibly be aware of, but there is spirit in everything “even in this guitar” he says.
The Boss then tells a story of the meaning of work, how important it is and how we should be grateful for work – those of us who have it – My father searched for work his entire life and could never find a steady job. Struggled to support his family. And My Mother, says the Boss, was the type who would sleep into the mornings and wake and be caught up by the spirits in her head. She would take me and my sister to the graveyard, and we would look at the names, sometimes laugh at the names unfamiliar, think about who these people are, feel their presence, feel their spirits.
The Boss, like Patron Saint of Labor Day, along with Eddie Vedder, his squire – helped me to understand the importance of work and why it is so tragic when people lose it. They have gone through life, doing the right thing, doing what they are told, simply to survive and support those whom they love. Then, when the plant closes down, to no fault of their own, the whole thing, everything that has been built around them, everything they love – family, life, pride – becomes in jeopardy. How different is that message from the message of those other hacks…My fellow Americans, yes, I enjoy firing people…and why would we want to live in such a place?
Once Badlands comes on, Beerman points out that Eddie Vedder is actually in one of the luxury boxes and dancing away in delight to the Boss. I think to myself – in a David Byrne-type moment – how did I get here – how did I deserve any of this – what have I done to be so lucky…we all need this – we all need a Boss singing to us. We all need it all over the world. This is what we need everywhere – all those places and people that don’t love America – just bring Bruce and the E. Street Band to sing Badlands to them – and all will be well. Take the party to East Africa, take the party to Afghanistan, take it everywhere – so those who have hatred in their hearts can understand that we are all brothers and sisters together. If we can just remember that then we might get through these modern times and truly achieve our potential as humans.
As I am floating in a land of spirits with the E. Street Band as my guide, and Dr. Goodlove by my side, suddenly the stadium lights come on during Dancing in the Dark, a song essential to our collective identity as Americans, meaningful because it is a story of love, youth, and hope. Tears begin flowing before the Boss, a pastor without a cause except for making us dance and love each other, a man who is powered by our collective love. It gets him through the night. At the end of the night, during the encore, he sits down and takes off his black books and tips them upside down and a steady stream of sweat come straight out of the boots. Then he introduces us to the “momma kissing, curphew hating, music loving, Viagra taking, E! Street! Band!” and we have traveled through his world, which is only a take on the world we all know and love, and we all feel grateful for his guidance through the evening. Those before the Boss, come out of the show just a little more hopeful, optimistic, because even though we all have hardship, we just need to keep each other’s back and we’ll be fine.
Leaving Citizens Bank Park, I tell Dr. Goodlove, “You can really understand why Eddie Vedder is a fan of the Boss. Their messages are similar, if they don’t do it in a different manner. Plus the music is so good. The saxophones, the layers, the seemless transitions. It created a fabric of tones I did not expect.” The Boss basically told us the story of Labor Day – we as people need to work – it’s a fact of life – but when we stand by each other through our journey, and not cut each other down or hurt others simply to benefit ourselves, we can all get through it together, and be stronger, and better for it in the end.
So now that the summer is over, what the hell fuck are you waiting for?
Disappointed you didn’t make it to Camp Bisco?
Sorry to hear that. The report though from Corbisco Rhodisco was entirely positive of the experience, as he texted on his way home…
“Bisco was awwwwwwwwsome, you have to come next year…”
Burning Man burned down last Labor Day Weekend. Bud’s MadeinAmerica rocked, but now the keg’s kicked man. So what’s left? Lotus and Ghosland in FDR Park? Amon Tobin two days later? City Bisco (Mann Music Center, Oct. 5 & 6, including Bisco, RJD2, DIPLO, A-TRAK, and much more…), thrown in with a little PGroove fall run, Mitt Romney wins the presidency, then off to int’l waters via Jam Cruise 11…then some ski and hot tub? I can get through the winter quite nicely actually…
So even though I’m no Snoop Dogg myself, i might make all this happen. The real question is who I am gonna take and how am I gonna make this happen?
1. Make the decisions based upon how much money is left in your wallet…
With all the options, it’s hard to make a decision…Since my summer home at the shore zapped my wallet, I have so little time and money… I know, I don’t really care –there’s lots I want to see and more importantly lots (and who) I wanna do — so if I can’t afford it, I’ll get another job. Go into Bankruptcy. Simply getting there is worth it. Just don’t forget to bring the party punch.
2.Don’t worry that the Bruce Spingsteen show is over, there’s still plenty to do now.
Just get your game face on and get ready for the election. Then Christmas. Time to start gigercising in advance of Thanksgiving.
3.&4. Lotus, FDR Park; PGroove East Coast Run; Amon Tobin; Afghan Whigs; City Bisco; Halloween…
Don’t worry little kiddies. You think the year is over? Well, it’s just getting started. This is when things get weird and ghosts start coming out of the woodworks, even theAfghan Whigs.
5. Finally, the quicker you make plans, the more friends you can convince to attend…
This is a lie. Your friends are all idiots. If they don’t know what parties are good for them then go by yourself instead.
6. If all else fails, make a calendar of upcoming local parties, and base your decisions simply on the nights you have free…
This is all crap too. I just copied this list from this dude who loves Bisco and is probably the greatest party boy in Philly right now (or just keep up with the party blog):
9/10 Papa M (of Slint) @ JBs
9/13 Dragonette @ UT
9/14 John K Band @ Blockley
9/15 Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti, Phèdre, Ferraro @ UT
9/17 Amon Tobin ISAM @ E-Factory
9/18 L I G H T N I N G B O L T @ UT
9/18 Corin Tucker Band (of Sleater-Kinney) @ JBs
9/20 Purity Ring @ Church
9/22 Metric @ Tower
9/25 Twin Shadow, Niki And The Dove @ UT
9/27 Grimes, Elite Gymnastics, Myths @ UT 9/27 David Byrne, St. Vincent @ Tower
9/29 Zammuto (of The Books) @ JBs
10/2 godspeed you black emperor! @ UT
10/3 A N I M A L C O L L E C T I V E @ Mann Center
10/3 Polica @ UT
10/5 Adam Ant @ Troc
10/5-10/6 CITY BISCO @ The Mannnnnnnn
10/11 Jens Lekman @ UT
10/16 Beach House @ UT
10/19 Aussie Pink Floyd @ Tower
10/27 S Q U A R E P U S H E R @ TLA
10/27 Dinosaur Jr @ UT
11/15 DAN DEACON, Height With Friends, Chester Endersby Gwazda, Alan Resnick @ UT
11/16 Yeasayer @ UT
11/18 Conor Oberst @ Kimmel Center
11/29 A John Waters Christmas @ Troc
(REMEMBER, Glowsticks fucking suck. They kill fish and shit. So do plastic bottles, shoelaces, trashbags, plastic swords, styrofoam cups, and other rotten shit like that. Pick up shit that’s not biodegradable. If you eat a banana, I don’t give a fuck about it, compost that shit.)
“Well, there are 47 percent of the people who will vote for the president no matter what,” he said. “All right? There are 47 percent who are with him. Who are dependent upon government, who believe that they are victims, who believe that government has a responsibility to care for them, who believe that they’re entitled to health care, to food, to housing, to you-name-it.”
Oh Boy Mr. Romney, every few days, right when you seem to take the foot out of your mouth it seems to go right back in…
(From the emailed press release issued around 10 PM on 9/11/12) “I’m outraged by the attacks on American diplomatic missions in Libya and Egypt and by the death of an American consulate worker in Benghazi,” the statement read. “It’s disgraceful that the Obama Administration’s first response was not to condemn attacks on our diplomatic missions, but to sympathize with those who waged the attacks.”
(That’s baloney. Obama did not provide any sympathy towards the terrorists in Libya who killed Americans…similar towards the lack of sympathy he showed Bin Laden…)
(Following the emailed press release, at a morning press conference on 9/12/12, and after confirmation that ambassador Chris Stevens had been assassinated during an attack in Libya) “The administration was wrong to stand by a statement sympathizing with those who had breached our Embassy in Egypt, instead of condemning their actions. It’s never too early for the United States government to condemn acts on Americans and to defend our values.”
“It’s a terrible course for America to stand in apology for our values,” Romney said. “And apology for America’s values is never the right course.”
(What values here are we apologizing for? Is it within our values to insult Muslims? And who is even apologizing? This is soo confusing…)
“Sometimes I have the impression that the whole regulatory attitude of the administration is trying to stop oil and gas and coal — that they don’t want those sources, that instead they want to get those things so expensive and so rare that wind and solar become highly cost-effective and efficient.”
(God forbid solar and wind ever become cost effective and efficient. No…We will all die of cheap energy if that is the case!)
“On federal lands the permitting process to actually drill and get oil or gas is extraordinarily slow. Now, interestingly, on state lands and private lands, state regulators have streamlined their permitting process, their evaluation, their environmental process, safety processes,” he said. “They found a way — because we compete with one another — they found a way to do a job in a more efficient way.”
(Wait, if the permitting process to drill on protected federal lands is slow – that is a bad thing?)
(-Didn’t the Fed. Gov’t give us Deep Water Horizon?)
Here’s the rub with this whole approach. Romney, in his drive to criticize the president, makes some rediculous and hilarious statements. Are we supposed to fear the development of wind and solar energy? Who likely has a bigger stake in these respective energy economies – Obama in wind and solar, or Romney in gas and oil?
Obama has been a staunch supporter of fossil fuels as well as clean energy… Obama recently reiterated support for natural gas industry literally during his convention speech. Despite mounting evidence that hydraulic fracking devastates water resources and that it leaches significant amounts of methane into the environment, Obama still supports it. The current administration also failed to push through the cap and trade bill, which would have been the first federal law to put industry wide limits on pollution. In retrospect, Obama seemed pro-fossil fuels to me…If Romney is offering himself as an alternative to a more pro-energy president, that’s not much of an alternative…
Fourth of July Time Party People, which means it’s the time of the year when WaWa dictates that we should eat hoagies and drink sugary drinks…Festivities kicked off on June 27 as “Wawa Hoagie Day: Stars, Stripes and Hoagies Forever,” feat…ured Hoagie spokesman Mayor Nutter, and a record breaking 4.5 ton hoagie…(yes…even the Fourth of July is for sale these days and the whole 4th week has borderlined on shameless promotion for hoagies, Oscar Meyer “Selects,” Kraft Food’s attempt to appeal to the high end processed meats market, Stoneybrook yogurt giveaways, Kia sunglasses and Dollar Food hand fans. Someone’s got to sponsor this party, and Party Blog does approve of corporate sponsorship when it involves free shwag, especially free sunglasses courtesy of the NBA-Kia Performance tent, or free pictures in front of a cut out of Blake Griffon.
Shake Gryffon and The Boomskulls
DJ Ro Parrish also spun a hell of a set in the blazing heat on Saturday afternoon in the NBA Nation DJ Booth (and we especially enjoyed the focus on Fresh Prince raps – go Sixers)…Party Blog does appreciate Wawa, the NBA, and other corporate sponsorship which helps bring free concerts July 3 and 4 (next year we want a Blue Cross Blue Sheild Dunk Tank) but the silly promos that go with it…well…we can’t help but laugh.
Hey PArtyPeoPle — there is still time to head down to LaFayatte, GA for the weekend and check out the best party of the year, for reals…
Amberland, where time stops for two days until you realize it’s Monday morning and you have to go to work yesterday, and it’s cheaper than burning man. Yes, although it’s not Bonnarroo, and Radio Head is not headlining, you get PGroove, which is pretty damn awesome. Plus the fact that you don’t have to fight 98K plus people for showers and porta-potties, and you have yourself one damn good party…
You will be treated to 2 days and 3 nights of great music and meet some of the nicest revolutionaries you have ever met…Information on the event is here, and if you pre-buy tickets it’s only $75 bucks!!!
Plus there’s this guy…
and these guys…
The key to your door of perception can be found here:
Now that the summer is on the verge – it’s that time of year…Summer Festival Time…time to start planning and / or calling in sick from work with that summer flu so that you can make as many of these as possible. The first great summer festival is upon us, The Hangout Music Fest, located in Gulf Shores Alabama. One of our friends at the PartyBlog – Noodle aka The Organizer is going to be in attendance with his party people and lil bro. Hopefully Noodle will send us some live updates or pictures so those of us lamewads (poor, boring, employed, or otherwise) who cannot attend will at least live vicariously through his party glory.
MAY’s preliminary schedule of the Summer Fests the PartyBlog thinks could change your life for the better and make you more spiritually connected, less of a douchebag, fall in love with nature or somebody else, live more open minded, join the fight for what’s right to party (RIP MCA), or all of the above (check back for PartyBlog’s schedule for the rest of the summer):
1) The Hangout Music Fest – May 18, 19 & 20, Gulf Shores Alabama.
Highlights: The Flaming Lips, Dave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Oakenfold, String Cheese (screw Ticketmaster – you guys rock!), Skrillex, AND MANY MANY MORE…
DOWNSIDE: This festival appears to be SOLD OUT so don’t get on a plane and fly down there and expect to get in. However, if you live close by you can probably hear the music if you sit somewhere on the beach, and maybe you can find a break in the fence and sneak in?
PARTY NOTE: The Bamboozle seems more electronic Friday night…The offerings at this festival are vastly different each night and you can buy either single night passes or weekend passes. UPSIDE. Each night has a different feel in terms of the offerings and you might not like every night depending on your musical tastes. DOWNSIDE. For example, the festivals headliners appear to be more hardcore Friday (Skrillex, Incubus), more alternative Saturday (Foo Fighters, My Chemical Romance) and traditional/mainstream Sunday (headliner Bon Jovi), so do your research and consider whether a three day pass is advisable v. the one night “I’m going to rock my socks off” admission. UPSIDE. The show also offers “late night shows.” DOWNSIDE. These shows have a separate admission cost.
3) Amberland XI, Memorial Day Weekend, Cherokee Farms, GA
The PartyBlog’s favorite music festival returns, featuring six sets by Perpetual Groove. Forget that “PGroove” doesn’t get the recognition it deserves. Amberland is their annual coming out party when “PGroove” for three days, becomes the biggest, baddest band in the U.S. Reunited with their former keyboardist, Matt McDonald, this year is primed to be one for the ages. The theme this year based on Penguins! So you will certainly see many images reflecting that theme. Additionally, there will be costume parties and much hilarity had by all. A description of the event is available here:
At $75 bucks per ticket (still available for a limited time) you can’t beat this deal. Furthermore, this festival really may change your life for the better, make you love nature, realize how tenuous our time on this planet is, and make you want to fight to protect it for a better tomorrow.
4) MORE TO COME IN JUNE…THE BIG ONES IN JUNE ARE WAKARUSA, BONARROO…BIG ONE IN JULY IS CAMP BISCO…AND THERE ARE VARIOUS OTHER ONES THE PARTYBLOG IS LOOKING INTO!!! POST A COMMENT ABOUT WHICH ONES YOU ARE ATTENDING AND WHY!!!