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I got to see the original Blue Man Group at the Briar Street Theater in Chicago when they first started. My ex-stepson's g/f (now wife) worked there, and got us great seats just far enough back that we didn't need the provided plastic rain coats. It was an excellent experience. The lobby was a trip and a half.
Dave Hope of Kansas. Awesome player, awesome tone ... and a Talkbass member!
Here is the NYT piece in PDF, as I am pretty sure the link will be behind a paywall. I linked to it regardless, because I think they may allow a few free articles, so maybe try the link first.
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I got to see the original Blue Man Group at the Briar Street Theater in Chicago when they first started. My ex-stepson's g/f (now wife) worked there, and got us great seats just far enough back that we didn't need the provided plastic rain coats. It was an excellent experience. The lobby was a trip and a half.
I have been lucky enough to see them three times, Boston, Las Vegas, their best show and the BMG Road Show! All earlier shows, all three were fantastic!I got to see the original Blue Man Group at the Briar Street Theater in Chicago when they first started. My ex-stepson's g/f (now wife) worked there, and got us great seats just far enough back that we didn't need the provided plastic rain coats. It was an excellent experience. The lobby was a trip and a half.
we've got gigantic amps, they're giving us the cramps, we're an American band!
after admitting the world probably wasn't going to end soon Fripp joined forces with Peter Gabriel for an LP and US tour which ended at The ROXY in Hollywood for 2 nites, the 2nd found me sitting in THE seat to view the former Crimson King this close, doing everything a fan could want on that old Black Beauty. during the entire super group tour (tho everyone knew) he hid off stage, for whatever reason he revealed himself in LA. the first nite / late show I barely got in but knew where to beeline the next, after the show I reached over and took his embossed wine glass as a memento ...he likes the worst dry red possible blech!
Pete Townshend; after seeing the original group in '69 he declared they were ''the most magnificent music machine in history''. he went on to rate their upcoming debut as superior as well: ''An uncanny masterpiece. An uncanny masterpiece. Title? Song titles? You might know more than I, but I've got the ace card cos I've the album weeks before release to review no less. What depths one has to stoop to to hear new albums before everyone else. How marvelous is the feeling when I walk in a room and say, "you haven't heard it? More's the pity!" Cos I've heard it and it's incredible. But it's also over careful, cautiously rampant guitar solos scream all over you but never miss a note. Silent drums drum and a million bloody mellotrons whine and soar like sirens down a canyon. Endless, or at least seemingly endless passages through extemporized classic non-effervescent secret-keeping become boring. Drums click and sniff, mellotrons breathe, unidentifiable woodwind multiplies, a voice reminiscent of a Zombie sings. It's time consuming and expensive but somehow, even if you don't get into their complex musical fantasies and indulgences you have to stand and straighten your back when out of all that comes THE COURT OF A CINSONGKRIM. ("The Ultimation" says Plum) Bob the roadie comes round, he is already a fan of KING CRIMSON and is extra eager to listen. He doesn't leave his seat until the album is finished, then after hanging around for about two hours decides to leave. I know when he's had enough. You must have gathered it's good. Undeniably. But in some ways too good too soon if that's possible. You will only know what I'm getting at when you hear it for yourself, it's akin to being a ritual it really isn't. The ritual is future worship. The adulation of unnecessary perfection. I hear it, and I know it had to cost at least ten thousand pounds to make. If they chucked out as much as I think they did in order to embrace the remainder it could have cost twenty thousand. I can't tell if it's worth it. A friend listening to the album from a room below says, "Is that a new Who album?" Deeply I'm ashamed that it isn't, but I'm also glad somehow. That kind of intensity is music not Rock. Twenty first century schizoid man is everything multitracked a billion times, and when you listen you get a billion times the impact. Has to be the heaviest riff that has been middle frequencied onto that black vinyl disc since Mahler's 8th. An American chick comes round with a friend and tells me, "They're all real musicians." I don't know where to look. I was never more aware of any other single fact.''
Jimi was as ebullient, jumping up and down screaming they were the greatest group ever and of course exclaiming his desire to join the band, which he did every time he got excited.
Pete Townshend; after seeing the original group in '69 he declared they were ''the most magnificent music machine in history''. he went on to rate their upcoming debut as superior as well: ''An uncanny masterpiece. An uncanny masterpiece. Title? Song titles? You might know more than I, but I've got the ace card cos I've the album weeks before release to review no less. What depths one has to stoop to to hear new albums before everyone else. How marvelous is the feeling when I walk in a room and say, "you haven't heard it? More's the pity!" Cos I've heard it and it's incredible. But it's also over careful, cautiously rampant guitar solos scream all over you but never miss a note. Silent drums drum and a million bloody mellotrons whine and soar like sirens down a canyon. Endless, or at least seemingly endless passages through extemporized classic non-effervescent secret-keeping become boring. Drums click and sniff, mellotrons breathe, unidentifiable woodwind multiplies, a voice reminiscent of a Zombie sings. It's time consuming and expensive but somehow, even if you don't get into their complex musical fantasies and indulgences you have to stand and straighten your back when out of all that comes THE COURT OF A CINSONGKRIM. ("The Ultimation" says Plum) Bob the roadie comes round, he is already a fan of KING CRIMSON and is extra eager to listen. He doesn't leave his seat until the album is finished, then after hanging around for about two hours decides to leave. I know when he's had enough. You must have gathered it's good. Undeniably. But in some ways too good too soon if that's possible. You will only know what I'm getting at when you hear it for yourself, it's akin to being a ritual it really isn't. The ritual is future worship. The adulation of unnecessary perfection. I hear it, and I know it had to cost at least ten thousand pounds to make. If they chucked out as much as I think they did in order to embrace the remainder it could have cost twenty thousand. I can't tell if it's worth it. A friend listening to the album from a room below says, "Is that a new Who album?" Deeply I'm ashamed that it isn't, but I'm also glad somehow. That kind of intensity is music not Rock. Twenty first century schizoid man is everything multitracked a billion times, and when you listen you get a billion times the impact. Has to be the heaviest riff that has been middle frequencied onto that black vinyl disc since Mahler's 8th. An American chick comes round with a friend and tells me, "They're all real musicians." I don't know where to look. I was never more aware of any other single fact.''
Jimi was as ebullient, jumping up and down screaming they were the greatest group ever and of course exclaiming his desire to join the band, which he did every time he got excited.
When I was young I wondered how those guys in those bands NEVER had a gut, what with all the going shirtless or semi-shirtless, and all the drinking beer and whiskey and you know they weren't living on salads or running 6 miles a day.
Then I learned about cocaine and amphetamines and it all became clear to me.
they were running from the Devil every nite onstage and off
