Feeling the energy of the crowd and blaring music is a fantastic sensation. The best is standing near a speaker and feeling your chest pound like being in some weird deep underwater pressure. I love to see live music. Obviously it’s better to see a band you know, but seeing almost any band is entertaining. I went to 2 shows this May, both tame, and somewhat different than the shows I typically attend.
In early May I got my family to go to the Beatle’s Brunch with me. I’m aware that to some this sounds super lame, but I enjoyed it. The “Beatles” were the former cast of the Broadway show ‘Beatle Mania.’ They were all talented, and middle-aged. They played all the typical hits and changed outfits and wigs throughout to represent the Beatles’ development throughout the decades. The crowd ranged from those who had seen the real Beatles to teenagers who felt like they missed out and wanted to capture the musical genius. It was the perfect family outing. Good food, stellar music, and we didn’t even have to talk that much.
The next show I went to- at the same venue, this time with just my Dad- was Blue Oyster Cult. Honestly, I only knew their one famous song that everyone knows. My dad got tickets, we figured why not go, even if it is just to hear one song. I looked a little deeper into their catalog and realized they had a few famous songs, and some real intense fans. We arrived at the show fairly early and there was a long line out front. I started to check out the crowd, and it was oddly diverse. Ages spanned from about 20 to 60 and it was male dominated; some guys looked kind of hard core, and some looked a bit redneck.. The herd filed inside and I noticed numerous women with stuck-in-the-80s hairdos. I could be wrong, but it seemed I was the only lady my age wearing a sun dress and sweater at the show. It was phenomenal, I loved being random.
My Dad and I sat at a table with a 30 something Asian couple, a 50 something couple from France, and two manly men with tattoos, facial hair, hunting caps and a bucket of brewskis.
At the table behind us were two middle-aged guys, one brought his son and the son brought two friends. All of them were sporting BOC t-shirts from a show they had seen in Hoboken. One of the middle-aged guys I named “superfan” because he freaking loves Blue Oyster Cult. In between swigs from his Coors he enthusiastically shouted facts about the band to his friend next to him…all of which I heard and relayed to my Dad. Before the show started we knew that only two original members remained, and the bassist had played with White Snake, Deep Purple, and Ozzy.
I pretended to be a major fan, and went along with the crowd. I think its fun to get swept up with the crowd at shows, even if you don’t really know what’s going on. I haven’t listened to Blue Oyster Cult anymore than I did before the show, and I don’t plan on doing so; but the show was fantastic; great music, entertaining crowd and an overall fun time.
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