Post-concert euphoria
It's hopeless to think I can put into words how awesome, amazing, fantastic, out-of-this-world wonderful Tom Waits was last night! It surpassed all my expectations.
The only other show I've ever paid that much for was when the Rolling Stones came to the Sun Devil stadium here and I was so far away they might as well have been on TV. Last night I had one of those seats you'd die for, tenth row in the front-center section. It was worth every cent of the $100+ I paid for it, and more. To top it off, there were no heads blocking my view. There was a big wide opening right in my line of sight, and I don't know why. I always have to crane my neck around big tall people. Somehow the seats were just arranged for my viewing pleasure.
He was dynamite! He started off with an explosive foot-stomping song, and the energy level was maintained for almost two hours. He moved like a crab with boots and damn, he's surely almost as old as the Stones (and me). I wish I had that pill, whatever it is. Maybe it's just doing what you want and being great at it.
The stage was filled from one side to the other with instruments. The way Waits uses musicians sounds unique to me (not that I know that much about that stuff). They are his punctuation marks. Drums, base (not a base guitar, I mean to say, but a humongous base fiddle), keyboard, and a mostly sax guy who had several (sometimes playing two at once) plus harmonica, and various guitars including "cigar box guitar," and piano, which Waits settled into for a relaxed spell, playing my beloved discovery song, "Innocent When You Dream," with many sing-along choruses. He used his body like an instrument too, with his own unique form of stomp and full-body indescribable gesticulations. He had three or four different voices, switching through all of them in a song or two. It was eye- and ear-boggling to experience his amazing talents firsthand. What a show!
I bought a t-shirt. The front design is a photo (a genuine taken-by-Tom Waits photo, no less) of an oil stain. It kinda looks like him, but perhaps the joke's on me and it's a "they'll buy anything" statement. I dunno. Heck, I like it.
The only other show I've ever paid that much for was when the Rolling Stones came to the Sun Devil stadium here and I was so far away they might as well have been on TV. Last night I had one of those seats you'd die for, tenth row in the front-center section. It was worth every cent of the $100+ I paid for it, and more. To top it off, there were no heads blocking my view. There was a big wide opening right in my line of sight, and I don't know why. I always have to crane my neck around big tall people. Somehow the seats were just arranged for my viewing pleasure.
He was dynamite! He started off with an explosive foot-stomping song, and the energy level was maintained for almost two hours. He moved like a crab with boots and damn, he's surely almost as old as the Stones (and me). I wish I had that pill, whatever it is. Maybe it's just doing what you want and being great at it.
The stage was filled from one side to the other with instruments. The way Waits uses musicians sounds unique to me (not that I know that much about that stuff). They are his punctuation marks. Drums, base (not a base guitar, I mean to say, but a humongous base fiddle), keyboard, and a mostly sax guy who had several (sometimes playing two at once) plus harmonica, and various guitars including "cigar box guitar," and piano, which Waits settled into for a relaxed spell, playing my beloved discovery song, "Innocent When You Dream," with many sing-along choruses. He used his body like an instrument too, with his own unique form of stomp and full-body indescribable gesticulations. He had three or four different voices, switching through all of them in a song or two. It was eye- and ear-boggling to experience his amazing talents firsthand. What a show!
I bought a t-shirt. The front design is a photo (a genuine taken-by-Tom Waits photo, no less) of an oil stain. It kinda looks like him, but perhaps the joke's on me and it's a "they'll buy anything" statement. I dunno. Heck, I like it.
posted by Cranky Ol' Lady at 7:57 PM
1 Comments:
Wow. Lucky you w/ that lucky ticket! Please post a pic of the oil stain shirt.
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