KISS / Def Leppard Opening Night by Nick Jezierny


I made a last-second decision to drive five hours to Salt Lake City, Utah, from Boise, Idaho, to see Kiss and Def Leppard open their tour. My original plan was to buy a cheap lawn seat and take in the show. It would be my ninth time seeing Kiss and my maiden voyage seeing Def Leppard, and with the ability to work in Salt Lake, I wouldn’t have to drive back immediately after the concert to be at work on time.

The lawn seats were sold out when I got to the Usana Ampitheatre, so I purchased the $89 ticket toward the back of the lower bowl. Well, that seat turned out to be right behind a light pole, so I walked back up to the ticket office and my only other option was a $159 ticket. I bit, and I was in the 8th row, second seat in from the aisle. This proved to be very handy for easier access to the $9/24 oz. cans of beer (note: Utah beer is lower alcohol, so I don’t feel bad for the five cans I consumed) and also a great view of the stage. I also took a cab to and from the show.

Def Leppard impressed me. I’ve heard that Joe Elliott’s voice was shot, but that wasn’t the case. I thought he sounded great. Did he hit the truly high notes on “Foolin’” or “Bringing On The Heartbreak?” No, but he held his own in a big way. Who knows if he can keep that up over the full tour, but he shined on Opening Night.

The band took the stage as The Who’s “Won’t Get Fooled Again” was blaring through the sound system, and as a nice touch, they played the final verse of the tune before running right into “Let It Go."

Vivian Campbell, Phil Collen and RIck Savage were energetic and provided some oomph on the backing vocals throughout. Hard to believe that it’s the same Vivian Campbell that I saw back in August of 1984 performing with Dio. The long hair is gone, but his flashy playing remains.

The highlight of the set for me “Bringing On The Heartbreak,” which started out as an acoustic number. Midway through, the band swapped guitars and finished the song with a rousing electrical version that went right into “Switch 625.” This was surprising to me as it was the only “non-hit” performed. It’s an instrumental where neither guitarist was a part of the original.  (Steve Clark and Peter Tom Willis were on the “High N Dry” album.)

The band’s visual show was solid. Throughout the songs, images from videos past flashed on the screen. The crowd got a real kick of the old band photos that kept showing up on the stage, which showed just how young these boys were when they started.

Most of the set-list was from “Hysteria,” and the two-song encore was “Rock of Ages” and “Photograph.”

As for Kiss, it was a typical Kiss show. All of the same tricks — breathing fire, spitting blood, Paul gliding out to sing to the people in back, Gene “flying” to the rafters, the big drum riser and Tommy Thayer shooting pyro from guitar — made appearances. The only old trick that didn’t surface was the classic Ace Frehley smoking guitar.

Though it was predictable, I most definitely enjoyed it. I guess I viewed this as my farewell tour. I last saw Kiss in 2001 on the “farewell tour” and figured that was it. No, Kiss showed they can still deliver a solid show. I just wish some of the old tricks would be freshened up or retired. Judging by the reaction of the jam-packed crowd, I was in the minority. People were eating this up.

Kiss only played 13 songs. There was no encore as Paul said they were trying to beat the 11 p.m. curfew. It was the first time I’ve seen Kiss where “Deuce” wasn’t a part of the setlist. We got “Hide Your Heart,” which was the biggest surprise to me. Nothing from “Monster” or “Sonic Boom,” so it was strictly a case of the old stuff.

Paul didn’t sound very good. It was almost as if he had a sore throat. He only sang six songs (King of the Nighttime World, Hide Your Heart, Shout it Out Loud, Makin’ Love, Psycho Circus and Detroit Rock City). Just watch the video clip below and you’ll hear what I’m talking about.

Gene also sang six songs (Cold Gin, War Machine, Christine Sixteen, I Love It Loud, Let Me Go Rock N Roll and Rock and Roll All Nite). Drummer Eric Singer handled the vocals on “Black Diamond.”

I’m curious to see how the tour progresses. Will set lists change? With a catalog of 200-plus songs, Kiss can’t play everything. I was overall pleased with the mix I got to see. They probably could have snuck in a 14th song had Paul not asked the crowd to scream the chorus of “Hide Your Heart” a million times. Seriously, I hate when bands do this. I’m paying (in this case $159, plus beers, plus cabs) to hear the band sing, not the audience.

There also were no solos (by either band). It was a night about the hits and seeing two legendary bands in one night. That’s what made this show a success in my eyes.

FYI - Kobra and The Lotus opened up. I hadn’t heard of them. They did a killer cover of “Barracuda” among their six-song set.

 

Nick Jezierny is a former sports journalist who has worked at newspapers in Ohio (including the Columbus Dispatch), Texas and Idaho. He used to review CDs, too. He now lives in Boise, Idaho, and has to drive to big cities to see bands that routinely pass over Idaho on their way from Salt Lake City to Portland or Seattle.


New Colin Gawel Song CD102.5 Friday @ Noon! Tune In! Spread the Word!

Hey all, just giving you the heads up that today (Friday, June 27th) at noon,  CD102.5 FM here in C-bus will be giving you the first listen to a brand new song by yours truly. And just in time for Comfest weekend to boot! 

Because CD102.5 is one of the last independent rock n roll radio stations left on the planet and are so cool as to be so supportive of new music, it is crucial we tune in and let them know how much we appreciated them.

So, Tune into CD102.5 this Friday at noon to hear a brand new Colin Gawel tune and if you dig, let them know you dig. Dig?

Text: request colin podcast  To: 68683               

Thanking you in advance and see you at Comfest, Sunday June 29th, 7pm.  (Off Ramp Stage) - Colin G.

 

Review: Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds, Louisville, KY - by Nick Taggart

    Remember when you were younger and just about every concert you attended was THE BEST FUCKING CONCERT you’d ever seen?  Then as you aged, they became fewer and further between?  There were still some really good shows, but rarely something to knock your socks off.  Maybe it’s because you were seeing fewer shows each year and those you did go to were your aging musical heroes who were basically phoning it in.

    You can imagine my pleasure and surprise then when I stepped out of the Louisville Palace last week on a late Kentucky spring night and thought to myself, THAT WAS ONE OF THE BEST FUCKING CONCERTS I’VE EVER SEEN!  Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds had just kicked off their North American tour, and I do mean KICKED.  If I wasn’t already very content with my current life, this would have had the potential to be a life-changing experience.  It was THAT good, but I’m probably too old to begin following bands around the country.  Probably.

Photo by Nick Taggart

Photo by Nick Taggart

Wow!  What a show!  And I mean a show!  Not of the smoke and mirror variety, or in a Wow-that-singer-sure-can-choreograph-her-dance-moves-while-lip-synching sort of way.  I mean a rock show with a charismatic singer at the helm rocking the house.  

The show took off with a pair of songs from last year’s release, Push the Sky Away.  In the studio, “Jubilee Street” maintained a rather steady volume and rhythm.  But in concert, the band ramped it up, building to a crescendo that slammed the far seats with a throbbing wall of noise.  It wasn’t volume for volume’s sake, it was an emotional blast that penetrated the body, if not the soul.  This music had something to say and you’d better listen or get out of the way.

The other six musicians on stage pretty much stood their ground while Cave swept back and forth across the stage, leaping up and down, plunging into the audience.  He couldn’t seem to get enough of the crowd.  “Come closer, come closer,” he kept pleading, even as he was wrapped up in fans.  He made a few trips out to the floor during the course of the evening, getting as far as the 20th row at one point.  That’s way deeper than any radio station will ever get into his catalog.  Whoever the roadie was responsible for keeping Cave’s mic cord untangled was not getting paid enough.

The set list was a roller coaster ride through the band’s 30-year career.  Cave could settle down at the piano one moment for the quietly barbed “God Is in the House”, but then stick it to you the next with the brooding and tumultuous “The Mercy Seat” about a man heading to the electric chair.

But what made it so good, you might ask.  How does one define the sublime in a rock concert?  Greatness is as difficult to explain as the Higgs boson, but Nick Cave has got it.  You’ll just have to take it on good authority until you experience it yourself.  Cave is a poet and showman.  His songs explore sexuality, brutality, mortality; all the really great -alities.  He could be touching with a love song, “Into My Arms” (“I don't believe in an interventionist God/But I know, darling, that you do”), then vulgar with the ballad of American anti-folk hero Stagger Lee, a “bad motherfucker.”  He was funny, poignant, and naughty, yet always adhered to the ABR of entertainment: Always Be Rocking!

And that voice!  Deep and dark, lusty and bluesy.  Even if his lyrics weren’t so exquisitely intelligent and imaginative, you’d want to listen just for the pure pleasure of that rich and sonorous sound.

This was my first Nick Cave concert.  I admit it, I was late coming to the party (or to the Birthday Party, if you will, the name of Cave’s former band).  I always knew the name, but never bothered to listen to the music.  Then I heard the title track from the 2008 release, Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!  That led to the rest of the cd, and then to last year’s release and then to his older work.  I was hooked!  At least I thought I was hooked.  Apparently, I was just playing at being a devotee.  It wasn’t until experiencing him live that I became a true disciple.

That’s why I pardoned him for not playing anything from Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!  Who cares if there’s no shrimp cocktail when you’re already enjoying filet mignon?  And all was definitely forgiven when the night closed with “The Lyre of Orpheus”, his mythically-inspired composition from a decade ago.  Any songsmith who can pair Orpheus with orifice in rhyming lines is already in a state of grace!

    I’m sure there are many “real” Nick Cave fans out there rolling their eyes at my Cavean naivete and bad Bad Seed knowledge.  It’s true, I can’t name all their albums and Louisville was the first time I really heard “Red Right Hand” or “The Ship Song”, two of the band’s more “popular” tunes.  Whatever.  You probably shot up with Nick in a back stage toilet in ’88, too.  Fine, you win.  You’re cooler than I am.  But there’s no zealot like the recently converted, am I right?



Nick Taggart was born and raised in Columbus, Ohio, and works in the Genealogy, History and Travel division of the Columbus Metropolitan Library.  His turn-ons include genealogy, local history, and travelling around Ohio and the world with his wife, Michele.  

That Summer Feeling

Ricki C. here: I thought Pencilstorm should acknowledge the Official Arrival of summer in some manner, so I took it upon myself to choose a song to honor the season.  (Summer is my favorite time of year, followed closely by autumn & spring, but not by winter, which I largely despise, except when I get great Christmas presents.)

Any blog could trot out the Beach Boys or John Fogerty to welcome summer, but I've decided to go left-field with Jonathan Richman, whose 1983 release "That Summer Feeling" is one of my all-time favorite tunes.  (And though I'm fairly certain I'm gonna run afoul of Mr. Wal Ozello here, I'm gonna state in print that I think Jonathan is one of the 20 Greatest Rock & Roll Vocalists Of All Time, certainly in terms of passion & originality if not RAWK! power & bombast.) 

Crack open a cold one, lay back on your deck chair and enjoy.  Welcome to summer.......

author's note: It's certainly not for the casual Jonathan Richman fan or for the faint of heart, but if you type "The Modern Lovers Live @ the Stonehenge Club, Ipswich, MA, 1971"  into YouTube, there's just under 90 minutes of Jonathan's early-70's Boston band The Modern Lovers in full-blown art-damaged rock & roll splendor.  Imagine The Velvet Underground fronted not by Lou Reed, John Cale or Nico, but by Jerry Mathers of "Leave It To Beaver" fame, and you kinda get the idea.  

Classic.

Our Debut "Podcast" Coming Next Week. Stay Tuned.

Words, words, thoughts, thoughts, reading, reading. It all gets very tiring doesn't it?. In an effort to soothe yours and our overworked brains, Pencilstorm will be featuring a Podcast the week of June 23th. Now you can just mindlessly listen to your favorite Pencilstorm staff members chat about all the interesting topics we love to cover for your pleasure and forget about that cumbersome reading that is so taxing on your eyeholes. So stay tuned  and click on the link to our "Podcast" when it appears next week. I personally guarantee satisfaction and a pleasant surprise as well. - Colin

Three Things, Richard Thompson by Colin Gawel

"What do you have going on?"

"Not too much. Same old really. Trying to get in the summer groove. I AM going to see Richard Thompson at the Southern Theater, though. I had a coupla beers one night and just bought tickets online so I knew i couldn't back out. Same system from back in my younger days. I would go to the Out r Inn and pound a few beers and then go directly down the street and buy a bunch of used records. Numbs the buyer's remorse."

"Yeah, uh, whatever, who is Richard Thompson?"

"You know, he's done a million things. He sings that motorcycle song."

"Don't know it."

"Sure you do. The one with red-headed Molly in it. He is a super bad-ass guitar player. You know him. He wears a beret? You know that song."

"I really don't."

"Ok, check this out."

"Ring a bell?

"Not really."

"Come on. He made a bunch of amazing, semi-tragic records with his ex-wife Linda. This one will just break your heart. Have you ever heard a better bridge? Make sure to stick it out to the end. Then play it again."

"And he is still making really cool records. This is my favorite from his latest LP, "Electric" - "Good Things Happen to Bad People."

Richard Thompson performs at the Southern Theater in Columbus, Ohio Wednesday June 18th. Colin Gawel will be attending.