The Mighty Mighty Bosstones – “The Impression That I Get”
The Cars – “Let’s Go”
Free – “All Right Now”
Boston – “Smokin'”
You know you ain’t shit when Eminem comes out of retirement to roast you…
The brothers Gallagher and the rest of Oasis ignited their home town of Manchester with a 15 song set. This was towards the end for what was the band Oasis, but coming back to their home city brought something out of them that people hadn’t seen for a while. The beginning of the concert was actually stopped because the barrier keeping the fans in the pit from the stage broke. The fans were all in…
Performing their big hits with the fans singing along probably motivated the band even more. With an encore and a cover of the “The Who’s – My Generation” to finish the night, I believe that the always feuding Noel and Liam Gallagher were able to perform close to their best. Oasis please come back….
RATM is a timeless band. The words of Zack De La Rocha about political activism and equality are more important than ever. The way the band can blow the speakers of a stage while still telling a story is incredible. Opening the show with “Testify” and closing with “Bullet in the Head”, the crowd never stopped and was raging themselves.
The PA system went down towards the end of the set so Zack decided to spit a freestyle that kept the crowd engaged. RATM has always been a band that I would love to see live. The energy the guys bring and the meaning behind the words is something special.
Shout out to youtube…
Pearl Jam – Pinkpop – June 8th 1992
It’s the iconic photo turned poster that every other dude had hanging on his dorm room wall. Eddie Vedder soaring through the air like a beautiful grunge angel into a crowd of accepting mortals. Riding the high of the success of their debut album Ten, the band came out swinging. Playing all their now huge hits. Opening with “Even Flow” and not letting up until Eddie gave a heartfelt speech to the Dutch fans. They end their regular set with “Porch” which turns into a glorious jam session which included a lot of jumping, kicking, playing each other’s instruments and of course Eddie climbing a camera tower, flying into the crowd and emerging as a legend. Every Pearl Jam fan wishes they could have been there and I am no exception.
Red Hot Chili Peppers – Slane Castle – August 23rd 2003
John Frusciante looked like Jesus with holy fingers, Flea was wearing a skeleton onesie, Kiedis was ripped as always doing weird body contusions and Chad was slamming the tubs looking like Will Ferrell. All 80,000 people in attendance that night got one hell of a show. They mixed in some awesome covers (“Havana Affair – Ramones) along with their hits. They extended songs with bad-ass outros, took turns soloing and Flea even played a trumpet. I bought the DVD in high school and still watch it at least once a year. They were flawless that night and I would have loved to have witnessed it even if I was one of the unlucky folk in the way back.
Shout out to YouTube for allowing us to experience these concerts and dream about being there.
“We suck and it goes like this.” Those were the words I mumbled into the microphone seconds before Fox, myself and our buddy Wade played in front of a crowd of 450 corporate hating, too much eyeliner wearing, Good Charlotte loving kids. How in sweet Margaret’s underpants did we get ourselves into this one? How in sweet Uncle Jerry’s raspberry pie were we going to make it out alive?
Nowadays the way to a woman’s heart is complicated. You must stop eating meat, grow a beard and wear tighter pants than her. Back when I was a sophomore in high school it was simple, get a guitar. For extra points, learn how to play said guitar. So, that is what I did. My buddy just so happened to be selling his guitar so, $50 later, I was the proud owner of a Fender Squier complete with a 25-watt amp. For those of you wondering, that’s about the worst guitar on the market but I didn’t care. It was red and I already had visions of hip thrusting in front of sold out arenas. I learned 4 chords and decided it was time to start a band. The obvious next member was Andy Fox, a longtime friend and football teammate with zero experience playing a musical instrument. “Dude, buy a bass guitar and let’s start a band.” So, he did. Once he learned the same 4 chords on bass, we were unstoppable. We would jam for hours in his parent’s basement, screaming nonsense into microphones held up by broom sticks in Christmas tree stands. In the short while we had been jamming together we somehow managed to write a couple of songs. One of which was about a girl I met in Chile over Christmas break. Her name was Carolina. Pronounced Care-o-leeeeeeeeeena. With a catchy name came a catchy song. Little did she know people across the world would be melodically chanting her name as they danced along to the greatest hit of 2006. We had some lyrics and some simple, yet effective riffs. It was time to bring the beat in.
I bought a drum set off another friend, promptly placed it in in our jam basement and had our buddy Wade come over for an audition. Wade and I spent our Middle School years in the marching band playing drums and hitting on the flute players (Wade strayed course and went for a tuba player once but that’s another story) so I knew he could keep a beat. A couple of hours later the job was his. Now the stage was set, 3 idiot jocks with under 4 months of musical experience ready to share our songs with the world. Just like that we were presented with a sign from Apollo himself in the form of, well, a sign. It was posted at our local public library and was promoting an upcoming battle of the bands. A battle of the bands hosted by a public library seemed a bit like an oxymoron. Play loud music but shhhhhhhh be quiet! But it was a start and all we needed to do was submit a recording of a couple of songs to be considered. We jimmy rigged Fox’s old cassette deck to record and spent the week perfecting our songs. The two finalists: “Carolina” and “Wild Blue Yonder”, a song about field mice and buffalo or something like that. We submitted a cassette tape and played the waiting game. About a week later we received a call from a nice lady at the library saying that we had been chosen to compete. “I liked your songs, they were very different from all the other submission.” That was red flag number one. We were too excited to notice, we were headed to our first Battle of the Bands which would obviously lead to platinum record sales, groupies and VH1 specials. The next two weeks were spent practicing the shit out of our songs until the night of the show was upon us. It was go time.
We loaded up the back of Fox’s truck and headed out to the show. It was being held in what looked like a glorified barn at an abandoned boy scout camp. Red flag number two. We saw some other bands unloading gear so we knew we were at the right spot. We took our guitars back behind the stage for a quick tune then went out to meet some of the other bands. First kid we ran into was about 100 pounds soaking wet with shoulder length jet black hair and a nose ring that screamed daddy doesn’t love me. After introducing ourselves the next thing he said was “Look at you, you guys have like muscles and stuff.” Red flag number three. We started to get an odd feeling like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea as we strolled over to check the lineup. We were to be the 4th band to take the stage, first band after the intermission. Oh boy, nerves were high, nipples were hard, this was it! The MC took the stage to announce the first band and we positioned ourselves far left stage to watch the competition. They wasted no time with slapping us the face with an ensemble of hardcore, screamo songs. At first, we thought hmm that’s an interesting choice of music, not our cup of tea but thanks for trying guys. Then we noticed that the crowd was very much into it. Banging their heads and starting mini mosh pits. I think I even saw a girl in the back sacrificing a goat. Then the second band came on. Some more screaming. Lyrics full of bleeding hearts and why’d you have to leaves and you just don’t understands. The crowd loved it. This was not good. Our songs were simple, repetitive and made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. This crowd was going to eat us alive. Third band played, again with the loud noises and screaming followed by a quick intermission. We weren’t like the other bands that was a fact. We weren’t talented, that was also a fact but by the power invested in us we were going to take that stage and win the hearts of all those soulless dropouts. We set up our gear and took the stage. The room was silent. They could sniff us out a mile away. We didn’t belong there and they knew it. I looked over at Andy, back at Wade, a few deep breaths…”We suck and it goes like this.” I sort of, kind of, definitely blacked out for a bit as we hit the first few power chords to Carolina. Then it was time to open my fat mouth and attempt to sing. “Way down south, down below the equator, dry desert heat that’s where I met her.” The crowd was still silent, trying to absorb what was happening on stage. We quickly moved into the catchy chorus. “Caroleeena! Please don’t change your mind. Caroleeena! I’ll be back in time.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw a few kids singing along and dancing. It was happening, we were winning the crowd over. No, wait, those were just the few friends we invited to come watch us play. At this point we were knee deep in this so we just had fun with it. Grunting into the mic, gyrating the hips. We were losing but winning at the same time. We hit the final note and were greeted with a happy medium between pity claps and encore chants. We survived. The rest of the bands played followed by the announcing of the winners. We were awarded with an “Honorable Mention” which is the equivalent of a participation trophy. We packed our things and started heading out the back door. We were stopped by a middle-aged lady. She told us she was a scout representing Columbia Records and that she was extremely interested in signing us. In actuality, she said none of that but she did tell us she like us the best, mainly because she could understand what we were saying. We’ll take it.
Teddy’s Big Stick would go on to play one more show. A high school talent show. I wore a tie on my head, Fox wore basketball shorts and Wade wore a shirt from Goodwill that said “Nice Pair.” The band broke up shortly thereafter then reassembled a year later with a new member, Scott. We made t shirts and took band photos but spent zero time writing songs. We broke up again just in time for college. The reign of Teddy’s Big Stick was over. For now….