Hi, it's me again, and I just got back from seeing Burt Bacharach at the Stanley Theatre, in Utica, NY. I know I've written about seeing concerts in the Stanley before, so instead of talking about the theatre, I'll link to the previous story, and talk about this afternoon's concert.
As I suspected it would be, the show was awesome. Every song in the guy's catalog was a hit, so it's not possible for him to play a concert and you not know all of the tunes being played. Even though his music is really from the previous generation, I still love it. As a child growing up in this area, we once had a radio station called WIBQ, and my dad had his FM dial GLUED to that station for the entirety of the 1970's. The station played nothing but those kinds of standards, so even though Burt is before my time, I had a lot of exposure to him as a child (that just sounds wrong!).
As an avid watcher of people, it's always interesting to watch the people around me as they enjoy (?) the various concerts that I attend. I have a pretty deep connection to music since I've been a musician for 30 years, and I need music like I need food. For me it's impossible to hear music.... GOOD music... and not get into it and groove to it a little bit. Which is why I was so shocked that the guy on my left DIDN'T MOVE during the entire performance. I would have checked for a pulse, but if he actually WERE dead, that would have interrupted the show, and that didn't seem like a good idea at all. Why go to a concert if you're not going to at least PRETEND to enjoy it? And this is not the first time I've noticed this phenomenon. I've been noticing it for years and am still confounded.
One nice surprise at The Stanley today was that they started serving Cycles Gladiator wines at their events. I've come to love that wine in the last six months, and was thrilled that it is now being served there.
No matter where I go, locally, I seem to know a lot of people, and the other interesting happening today was that I overheard the woman in front of me talk about who her husband was, and he happened to be the guitarist who played in the band at my high school prom. The even stranger coincidence was that I had found some video footage of that band from back in 1982 or 1983, and I emailed the guy not to long ago to talk about guitars. You see the very first, GOOD electric guitar that I bought, was identical to the one I saw him playing at my prom. I like the instrument so much, I bought one of my own and have had it for twenty five years.
I ended up telling his wife that story and she got quite a kick out of it.
It's a small world.
Best...
As I suspected it would be, the show was awesome. Every song in the guy's catalog was a hit, so it's not possible for him to play a concert and you not know all of the tunes being played. Even though his music is really from the previous generation, I still love it. As a child growing up in this area, we once had a radio station called WIBQ, and my dad had his FM dial GLUED to that station for the entirety of the 1970's. The station played nothing but those kinds of standards, so even though Burt is before my time, I had a lot of exposure to him as a child (that just sounds wrong!).
As an avid watcher of people, it's always interesting to watch the people around me as they enjoy (?) the various concerts that I attend. I have a pretty deep connection to music since I've been a musician for 30 years, and I need music like I need food. For me it's impossible to hear music.... GOOD music... and not get into it and groove to it a little bit. Which is why I was so shocked that the guy on my left DIDN'T MOVE during the entire performance. I would have checked for a pulse, but if he actually WERE dead, that would have interrupted the show, and that didn't seem like a good idea at all. Why go to a concert if you're not going to at least PRETEND to enjoy it? And this is not the first time I've noticed this phenomenon. I've been noticing it for years and am still confounded.
One nice surprise at The Stanley today was that they started serving Cycles Gladiator wines at their events. I've come to love that wine in the last six months, and was thrilled that it is now being served there.
No matter where I go, locally, I seem to know a lot of people, and the other interesting happening today was that I overheard the woman in front of me talk about who her husband was, and he happened to be the guitarist who played in the band at my high school prom. The even stranger coincidence was that I had found some video footage of that band from back in 1982 or 1983, and I emailed the guy not to long ago to talk about guitars. You see the very first, GOOD electric guitar that I bought, was identical to the one I saw him playing at my prom. I like the instrument so much, I bought one of my own and have had it for twenty five years.
I ended up telling his wife that story and she got quite a kick out of it.
It's a small world.
Best...
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