Bonner Springs Reflections – DMB Concert

It is surreal to think about how the concert managed to sneak up the way it did.  Even as Matt and I were driving to Kansas City I could not believe we were going to see Dave Matthews Band.  When the concert finally arrived and we were driving to the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater, it finally began to set in. 

We found the place with no problem, and started tailgating right away. While we did pack a grill, burgers and a bunch of beer – Matt and I still managed to keep our tailgating low-key by just chilling out on lawn-chairs and listening to our music.  The burgers were excellent, and we both had our fair share of beer.  It was nice just sitting in the parking lot, letting the DMB experience sink in.  We actually ended up missing the opening act due to our excessive tailgating, but we made it to our seats just in time to watch DMB take the stage.

The Verizon Wireless Ampthitheatre was  passable venue at best.  It reminded me a lot of the Coors Amphitheater in Denver, with two sections of seats and a lawn covering the top of the venue.  It was much bigger, but was mostly expanded in the grass area.  When I received our seat locations, I was disappointed that we were in the second level of seats. However, after being in the venue it turns out our seats were better than 75% of the people there.  The seating radius was extremely wide, and the side-view looked horrible.  Additionally, the grass looked like a zoo and was packed to the brink with people.  We really lucked out with our seats.

My 12th DMB show was a blast!  They had an excellent set list, filled with some rarities and a lot of old material (nothing off Remember Two Things though).  It was also awesome seeing trumpeter Rashawn Ross on the tour.  He was at Red Rocks last year and was definitely a crowd-pleaser.

Bonner Springs Set List:
JTR
What Would You Say
When The World Ends
Hunger For The Great Light
Dancing Nancies
Warehouse
Grace Is Gone
Raven
Tripping Billies
Where Are You Going
So Much To Say
Too Much
Smooth Rider
American Baby Intro
Louisiana Bayou

Encore:
Sister (new Dave solo song)
Crash Into Me
Pantala Naga Pampa
Rapunzel

It’s amazing to see the level of energy that Dave has this early in the tour.  The earliest I’ve previously seen them was in late June, before their half-way point and it was no comparison to the raw enthusiasm conveyed at Wednesday’s show.  I’m not sure if the rawness is better than the synergy and "polished" feel that comes from a later show.  It looks like both have their benefits.

I was relegated to my cell phone camera for this show, which simply produced bad pictures.  The best one (taken at dusk) has no representation of the beautiful lights/screen that was used in the later evening.

This was an awesome way to kick off my summer concert season (I’m pretending that the Black Eyed Peas show never happened), and am excited for lucky #13 at the Pepsi Center!

Check out my Flickr site for more pictures

Bonner Springs Reflections – A day in KC…

Well I arrived safely back into Fort Collins.  The 10-hour drive took it’s toll on the way back.  It’s amazing how much longer the trip home seems a lot longer than the trip there.  Tomorrow I head back into the office for my one day of work before the weekend – gotta love that schedule.

Before I get to the mountain of email, the mess that is my home, and the laundry list of "to-do’s" I wanted to spend some time reflecting on the trip.

Wednesday in Kansas City

After sleeping in until the late hour of 9:30am (I hate that!), Matt and I woke up and made our way into the city with two stops in mind: a sampling of KC BBQ, and the Negro League Baseball Museum.  As luck would have it, both locations were within blocks of each other.  A DMB fan on the Warehouse boards recommended Arthur Bryant’s BBQ, saying "[it’s] the only name you need to know."  They definitely did not disappoint.  The food there was phenomenal.

From the outside Arthur Bryants, it looked like just about any other older down-town place.  It was funny because when you walk in you see a building that has to be at least 50 years old, random tables and chairs, and a swing-out screen door.  You stand in line, grab your own plate, fork and napkin.  Behind the counter is a bustle of activity, people serving up orders in what seems like chaos back there.  I ordered a Turkey and Pork sandwich and watch the guy place it on slices of Wonder Bread – no different than that you’d buy from the store. 

After getting our food, Matt and I sit down and tackled our huge sandwiches. I ate what was easily the most delicious BBQ I’ve ever had, resulting in the biggest state of "fullness" I’ve ever felt.  We’re talking beyond "Thanksgiving dinner" full.  Unable to finish our sandwhiches, Matt and I ate as much as we could, leaving quite a bit still on our plates.  The sandwich kicked our asses – but it was a delicious experience.

What struck me while sitting in Arthur Bryants was the diversity in the restaurant.  As I looked around I literally saw people from all walks of life: the suited business men rolling up their sleeves for a quick lunch; two retired men engaged in conversation; a mother with her children; young adults enjoying a bit to eat.  It blew me away that all of these people would journey down to this old place to enjoy classic BBQ. In a strange way it was a uniting and community-building experience.

After lunch Matt and I waddled down a few blocks to the Negro League Baseball Museum.  I’ve heard about this place from listening to various radio shows, and had all but forgotten it’s existence in Kansas City.  I am glad that we researched and found it, as it was an enlightening and amazing experience.

I had always considered myself a casual-moderate baseball fan.  I have a lot for the game, and as an avid sports fan, have a passable knowledge of baseball.  However, I had no idea about the role that the Negro Leagues had in baseball history.  It’s impossible to grasp the impact that segregation had on the sport of baseball, and how different history would have been if the leagues were integrated sooner.  Josh Gibson would likely be remembered in the same breath as "Babe Ruth", and Satchel Paige would have arguably been one of the greatest pitchers in major league history.  I am still in awe of my experience in the museum, and would recommend a visit to anyone who loves baseball, or simply values history.

Check out all of my pictures from my trip on my Flickr page.

Ticketmaster to become the #1 scalper

I was going through my nightly review of tech news, when I stumbled across an amazing story that literally ended up on the backpages of the podcasts and web sites I read: Ticketmaster uses auctions to fight online scalpers At first glance I simply could not believe it! As I continued to read on, my reaction changed from disbelief to fury. I am disgusted and appalled at Ticketmaster, and angry that there is little that  nothing consumers can do about it.

Ticketmaster has been on my unofficial list of "most despised companies" for quite some time. I loathe them for their monopolistic practices, and that they find every single way possible to screw consumers. I could break down every single step in the ticket-buying process and point out where Ticketmaster gauges you, or are grossly incompetent. Some that come to mind: their 50% markup in purchasing fees; the fact that they charge you for the ability to print tickets using your own printer and ink; they invest no resources into their web or phone infrastructure, resulting in their servers being over-taxed every big on-sale date; or the fact that their customer service cannot assist you in anything.

Just when I thought this company couldn’t get any more greedy, they go out and take the one aspect of ticket-selling they haven’t exploited – scalping. Now, with their new auction system they’re going to take all the best seats and literally give them to the highest bidder. While Ticketmaster claims that the money will be split between the artist and promoter, it’s obvious they’re taking a hearty cut of the profit.

Ticket-buying used to be a test of endurance, patience and strategy. I have vivid memories of arriving at an outlet extremely early, placing my friends in strategic positions for the lottery, along with working the phone, Internet and line all at the same time. In the end, ticket-buying came down to luck – now it’s just going to come down to a big account-balance.

Enough with this charade of trying to curtail ticket scalping Ticketmaster – you’re no more noble than those guys holding up giant "I NEED TICKETS" signs outside the venue. If Ticketmaster really wanted to curtail scalping, they would offer the auctions and donate ALL proceeds to charity. The worst part about it is that there’s nothing consumers can do about this. Ticketmaster dominates the market, managing US ticket sales to virtually every big-time concert or sporting event. I go out of my way to try to avoid Ticketmaster (i.e. the DMB Warehouse), but I rarely am successful. It looks like we’ll have little choice but to grin it bear it.

Thank you Ticketmaster, may I have another?

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A big Black Eye for the ‘Peas

I love concerts. I love every opportunity to go see live music. I’ve lost count as to how many concerts I’ve been to, but I think it’s somewhere in the neighborhood of 40 or 50 shows. However, in all of the concerts I’ve been to, none was worst than last night’s Black Eyed Peas show at the City Lights Pavilion.

Everything turned out to be a colossal disappointment, from the venue to the opening acts, to the Black Eyed Peas themselves. My level of anticipation and excitement before the show only added to the disappointment when Bethany and I walked out early. Many different factors contributed to this culmination of crappiness:

The Venue – The Denver City Lights Pavilion – which is essentially a big circus tent in the Pepsi Center parking lot. During the summer they pitch the tent, bring in a few rolling street vending carts and you have an instant concert "venue" – this circus is anything but. With nice asphalt floors (again parking lot), the sound does nothing but bounce off the floor onto the tents, back down to the floor, making the acoustics intolerable. Secondly it may have been isolated to this show, but they sold waaaay too many tickets! They had about 10-15 rows of seats, then the rest was standing general admission. We were packed worse than sardines. I’ve been to many GA shows before, but this was the worst show in terms of crowding. Lastly, the Pavilion is just one big flat surface, with no curvature. The 4-5 feet high stage essentially took away the crowd’s ability to see the performers, relegating us to watch the big screen.

The Opening Acts – Two words: horrible and degrading. The first act, Flipsyde was a complete group of posers. Their instrumentation makes up of a guy playing turn-tables, a lead rapper, an electric guitar player, and a guy who pretends to play acoustic guitar (he wears it more he plays it). They treated the crowd like crap (throwing their water bottles at them), and turned out to be major posers. The guitar player kept angling his guitar in weird directions (especially the favorite guitar-neck-pointing at the crowd move). They just looked like losers.

Next up came the Pussycat Dolls (PCD), a group which I didn’t realize was playing until right before the show. If I realized they were going to take the stage, we would have intentionally come late. For those lucky enough not to know PCD, they’re basically like the 2000’s version of the Spice Girls. They’re a group of no-talent hacks that dress up as skanks and flaunt around on stage, while the one girl with 98% of the group’s talent sings. Their moves were so raunchy, I half expected to see brass poles up on stage (they did have little chairs for one of their routines). Their presence on the stage was so degrading, especially to women. I understand that the hip-hop scene employs sex to sell their product (as many other industries do), but this is far over the top. I felt gross watching it.

Finally the Black Eyed Peas. My disappointment regarding this show stems from two majors problems: their egos and their politicizing at a commercially-exploited event.

Their egos: The four members are extremely talented, I’ll give them that. I understand that they want to celebrate their talent, and I also appreciate the concept of being featured in a song, or taking a solo. However, the Peas went far beyond this by each taking a song where they each individually did a solo (many times just improv’ing a random song). They spent so much time doing this that they actually only played 6 songs in the original set (we left before the encore). While the original intention may have been to demonstrate that each can hold their own musically, I took it as pure egotism. Look, if you think you’re that good solo, then go on your own during an off-time and go perform by yourself. I would definitely be open to them taking part of a song to do a solo, but doing your own song is out of line. To make matters worse, the rest of the group disappeared from the stage during the solo!

Politicizing commercial exploitation: Something that caught me off-guard when I showed up was that the show was called the "Honda Civic Tour" and "presented by Verizon Wireless" was plastered on the screen between the sets. You don’t typically see this much commercialism integrated with the actual show. Ultimately I accepted it, but it took getting used to. Then as soon as the Peas took the stage, they started going on political rants, specifically about illegal immigration and border security, then plastered the Mexican flag on the big screen. Then during one of the songs they put a picture of the monkey (from their latest album cover) on the screen, then swapped it with images of George Bush, Dick Cheney, as well as others.

I already have problems with blatantly politicizing their shows. If the Black Eyed Peas want to express their opinions that’s fine: put the message on your web site, show up and demonstrate at a rally (even play at a rally) – but I didn’t pay $35 so I can come hear your political views. Also, when you resort to personal attacks you’ve demonstrated that you cannot participate in an intellectual dialog – and putting pictures of Bush with monkeys doesn’t do anything.

Secondly, when you have so much commercialism at the concert, you’ve essentially sold your rights to express a radical political opinion. Does Honda and Verizon want to be associated with Mexican flag-waving and equating the president to a monkey? Great image for their companies.

At the end of this day, this concert struck me in so many negative ways that we left early, and I think at this point it’s safe to say that this is the worst show that I’ve ever been to. Bad shows like this help you appreciate the great shows, and it’s never a waste if you learned something from it. I’ve learned that I need to think twice when I think about going to a mainstream hip-hop show, and definitely will never go see the Black Eyed Peas again.

A really cool “rack” story

One of the coolest things happened to me late last week, resulting in an exciting addition to my drum set. On Saturday nights you’ll find me playing my drums over at church, typically week in and week out. From what I can tell, the parishioners at J23 enjoy the drums, and I’m sometimes humbled by people offering compliments about our choir and specifically my playing. After Mass last weekend, a parishioner approached me and asked me if I would have a use for some "stands"? As I could never pass down an offer for free drum hardware, accepted his generous offer and we agreed to get the stands on Thursday after a meeting with both attended.

Thursday came by and I had almost forgotten about these "stands" This person, a professor at CSU, apparently got a drum set from a student and said that while the drum set was great "These stands are simply too big.". I park my car right up next to his in the parking lot, he opens up the back of his car and pulls out a drum rack!!

For those who aren’t familiar with a rack, it’s a piece of hardware that you station around your drum set. The idea is that you mount all of your drums and cymbals onto the rack, and it’s supposed to stabilize your drums a bit, make things easier to set up and tear down, and equate in less hard-ware that needs to be carried around. I’ve wanted to get a drum rack for some time, but never brought myself to getting one – now I’m happy to be a proud owner of one. I was definitely most grateful for this gift!

So a few days pass, and on Saturday I finally broke down and set up my drum set in my apartment (something I’ve never done). Due to the noise considerations I didn’t really get to play, but it was helpful to see how the rack sets up. It looks really cool on my drum set! It makes it a lot easier to experiment with the configuration, and it simply makes my drum set look cooler!

I dug back and found a picture of my drum set from a few months back without the racks, and wanted to compare it to what the drum set looked like in my apartment on Saturday. Let me know what you think!

Without the rack – not too bad…

With the rack

Also, as I was look through my picture collections I thought I would send pictures of my drum set from a few years back, to show you how they’ve evolved over time:

I wish I had digital pictures from high school, when I only had 2 cymbals – what a difference from now! This is one of the reasons why I love playing drums – I can keep making changes and tweaks to my instrument, and the additions are limitless!