"Styx sounds just like their record," said the man sitting next to me on the curb, sipping from his $10 beer. "I don't know how old you are," he continued, gesticulating my way with his cigarette, "but in the late 80s/early 90s, Def Leppard sounded just like their record too. Foreigner though. Foreigner KICKED ASS." After seeing these three bands play, I would have to agree with this man's statement. I asked him and his group of "rock: it keeps me young" 50 somethings a few more questions about three of the most influential rock bands of all time. The man's wife, a cute blonde from somewhere in England stumbled towards me and exclaimed "Oh, Def Leppard! I'm only seeing them 'cos I'm British!" We then had an interesting conversation about Journey (#3 on my list of Top 20 Favorite Bands) and their apparent difficulty to hold onto a lead singer. "We saw them open for Def Leppard on their last tour and quite frankly, it felt like karaoke! They had a subt for a subt for a sub for Joe Perry!" It was at this point I realized I should probably leave them to their beer, seeing as how she mistakenly tagged Aerosmith's lead guitarist for Steve Perry, the man who IS Journey. But I digress.
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What's better than one free ticket to see one of the best bands ever created? That's right, TWO free tickets! I was pleasantly surprised yesterday after getting home from a rough day at work, to see that I was wonderfully hooked up by Billboard and WMG with two seats right next to the stage! I made some quick phone calls and selected my boo Ben to come with me. He had only heard Muse from the mix cds we listen to in my car, so I was excited to show him the real thing.
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I don't mean to harp on you guys, but seriously, go to some local shows at small venues. It's an order! No matter where I go, I always seem to find a diamond in the rough.
The untrodden territory I happened upon Monday night was at Jammin Java in Vienna, Virginia. As I sat there with my beer, watching the little scenesters gyrate to the opening bands, I began to feel as though my friend Ben and I were the oldest people there... until we saw the anxious parents waiting on the sidelines for their sons to start wailing away on their practice guitars. The first few bands were okay, but needed practice. This place was good for them because it was intimate enough to make them feel comfortable, but large enough to give them an idea of what it was like to play a "real" venue. I sat through "Like A Movie" and "The Distance." The former went through guitars like I go through text messages and the latter just kept telling us how tired they were, blaming that for their set being lackluster, which it was not.
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This was my first time at Iota Club and Cafe and I soon started kicking myself for never going there before. This venue, while smaller than a breadbox, contained some of the best live music I had heard in a long time. I have to be honest with you, I went to this show solely because I liked the names of the bands: The Nunchucks, Payola Reserve, and Let's French. I'm a sucker for good marketing, what can I say?
Robots, zombies and ninjas oh my! The Nunchucks covered all of the basics.
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I walked into the checkerboard-covered floor of the
Mainstage at the Black Cat and immediately felt at home. There was
Yuengling, prime front row standing space, and plenty of music to
Fiery Furnaces' lead singer takes a break from talking about steam trains and doughnuts to let the dual drummers hammer out carribean led beats and doubly heartwrenching cymbal crashes.
After a brief sound check, Orphan
snuck on stage. Before we knew it, our ears were treated to an ode of
heavy metal instrumental jamming that came from just a guitar and a set of
drums. It felt like we were in their garage, sneakily listening to
the roundabout choruses and tweeling guitar solos of this guy and girl waling
away on their respective instruments. This battle of squeal versus
percussion was intermitted with a few spastic yells by the guitarist, Soren
Roth, who chose to spend the entire set with his back to the audience.
Speck Brown in turn rattled off measure upon measure of frantic beats, not once
breaking the gaze between her and her band mate. This intimacy made their
songs intertwine with the slowly growing audience and soon everyone in the venue
made their way closer, just to get a taste of the feeling these two were
creating through sound.
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