Last night I went to a concert
Mar. 18th, 2012 12:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kapuahiSo like the subject line said, last night I went to a concert. A Duran Duran concert. At the time I had a good time, but when I woke this morning I realised I am a little disappointed. Why? Let me tell you a story.
Last April I went to a concert of a band I had a similar love for, Spandau Ballet. It was a lovely bright beautiful day leading up to the gig. They had the crowd on their feet from the moment their curtain dropped (and yes their curtain drops, it's a really cool unusual opening). Every person in the place knew every single song, the venue was sold out and it showed. I loved that gig, and to say that it has become my yardstick for live music is an understatement.
Yesterday we had torrential rain, and for most of the day it was cold and miserable. I hate driving in the rain, seriously loathe it, so I was tense and cranky before I started. Getting from the car into the venue meant that we were dripping wet before we started. When we got inside I was disappointed with my city. They had an abbreviated seating set up and even that wasn't even full.
As soon as the people around me sat down I realised that I was going to be unimpressed with my seats. I'm 5'5" tall and I was 12 rows from the stage and slightly off centre, pretty good I thought. Yet at the very first note when everyone jumped to their feet, I felt like a bonzai in a forest of sequioas. The only saving grace in that situation? The window of vision I did have was a clear line to the drum kit. Have I mentioned that I'm a sucker for a drummer? That said, I didn't take many photos but I did manage almost 1gb of video snippets.
The music was good, sometimes spectacular, that in itself was my fault, I haven't had time to familiarise myself with the brand new stuff so I didn't really 'know' it, and that was compounded by the fact that the members of the crowd that were only there for the 'old stuff' would sit down and tweet or whatthefuckever while those songs were being performed. Let me tell you that half the crowd disconnecting like that around you is a huge distraction.
I have a huge soft spot for Duran, they were my first 'real' concert, 19 November 1983. I still have the program the tshirt and the ticket stub. JT told us that they have a soft spot for us because we were the first place they ever had a number 1. They've only played here three times, the second time they came here specially because they were the support for Robbie Williams who didn't play anywhere in our state but they came here on their own.
Did I enjoy it? Yes, but is it a gig I'm going to talk about for a long time to come? Probably not. It will be enough for me to know that I was there, that they are still my Duran and I still love their music and always will and will always see them whenever I can.
That said, have a couple of pictures.
Last April I went to a concert of a band I had a similar love for, Spandau Ballet. It was a lovely bright beautiful day leading up to the gig. They had the crowd on their feet from the moment their curtain dropped (and yes their curtain drops, it's a really cool unusual opening). Every person in the place knew every single song, the venue was sold out and it showed. I loved that gig, and to say that it has become my yardstick for live music is an understatement.
Yesterday we had torrential rain, and for most of the day it was cold and miserable. I hate driving in the rain, seriously loathe it, so I was tense and cranky before I started. Getting from the car into the venue meant that we were dripping wet before we started. When we got inside I was disappointed with my city. They had an abbreviated seating set up and even that wasn't even full.
As soon as the people around me sat down I realised that I was going to be unimpressed with my seats. I'm 5'5" tall and I was 12 rows from the stage and slightly off centre, pretty good I thought. Yet at the very first note when everyone jumped to their feet, I felt like a bonzai in a forest of sequioas. The only saving grace in that situation? The window of vision I did have was a clear line to the drum kit. Have I mentioned that I'm a sucker for a drummer? That said, I didn't take many photos but I did manage almost 1gb of video snippets.
The music was good, sometimes spectacular, that in itself was my fault, I haven't had time to familiarise myself with the brand new stuff so I didn't really 'know' it, and that was compounded by the fact that the members of the crowd that were only there for the 'old stuff' would sit down and tweet or whatthefuckever while those songs were being performed. Let me tell you that half the crowd disconnecting like that around you is a huge distraction.
I have a huge soft spot for Duran, they were my first 'real' concert, 19 November 1983. I still have the program the tshirt and the ticket stub. JT told us that they have a soft spot for us because we were the first place they ever had a number 1. They've only played here three times, the second time they came here specially because they were the support for Robbie Williams who didn't play anywhere in our state but they came here on their own.
Did I enjoy it? Yes, but is it a gig I'm going to talk about for a long time to come? Probably not. It will be enough for me to know that I was there, that they are still my Duran and I still love their music and always will and will always see them whenever I can.
That said, have a couple of pictures.
