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5 Concerts You Must Go To Before You (Or They) Die

Most everyone has been to a concert, whether it was The Beatles, Taylor Swift, U2, Beyonce, Soundgarden – Well, you get the gist of it. But there are certain ones that I have been to that have absolutely changed my life in one way or another. So I’ll be counting down the top 5 concerts you must see before the band breaks up, the artist dies, or you die. And just know that I will be ruling out modern artists, and Weird Al.

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5) Paul McCartney

Though his voice is not what it used to be, the former Beatle’s musicianship has not left him. Paul McCartney has toured with two other groups in his 60+ year career, and even so, the people of the world are still ecstatic to see him without Ringo Starr, the only other surviving Beatle, or Denny Laine, former guitarist of Wings.

McCartney’s dazzling stage includes not one, but two jumbo screens. And they are pretty damn jumbo, too. If you’re sitting all the way in the back, McCartney in person will likely look like an ant from your point of view. But with the two vertical screens zooming in on him on either side of the stage, his face up-close will be at least mostly visible. He plays for almost three hours a night, filling his setlist with songs that span his entire career, including selections from his latest record New, songs from his days as the frontman of Wings, and even one of the first songs he ever wrote with the late John Lennon as The Quarrymen, In Spite Of All The Danger. Then, of course, he rips through most of the McCartney voiced Beatle songs you would expect to hear – – Blackbird, Hey Jude, Let It Be, and A Hard Day’s Night (which is part of his current tour’s setlist for the first time since when he was touring with The Beatles in 1965) just to name a few.

Normally when a performer blabs in between songs, it really pisses me off. But McCartney on the other hand, tells stories every few songs that are worth hearing. And they’re very different from one another, from when Jimi Hendrix opened a show with a newly released Beatles song, to when Paul met the Russian Defense Minister for the first time.

I haven’t seen Ringo Starr and his All-Starr Band yet, but even so, no one can compare him to McCartney, even if they were both members of the biggest band of all time.

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4) Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

Tom Petty has always been the laid back one of the music world, in spite of his wild side with cocaine and chain smoking. But the Florida-born Free Fallin’ composer embarked on his 40th anniversary tour with his longtime band, The Heartbreakers. Firstly, some of Petty’s opening acts over the years have been outrageously big names – Chuck Berry, Pearl Jam, Stevie Nicks, and The Allman Brothers just to name a few. And this year’s tour has primarily had former Eagles guitarist Joe Walsh, and most recently, country musician Chris Stapleton opening. When Tom and his band get onstage, he treats the audience like they’re guests in his living room that he can be himself around. On his stop in Tampa, he even turned around after a song to take a smoke. But regardless, Tom is very open to “feelin’ the mojo in the room,” and making sure that his audience has the time of their lives every night.

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Last year, Yes fans finally got the reunion they wanted. For what seemed like an eternity, the only Yes that we knew still toured only featured three early/original members: Guitarist Steve Howe, drummer Alan White, and until his 2015 passing, original bassist Chris Squire. But now, another incarnation of Yes is out there: Original lead singer Jon Anderson, lead guitarist of the 90125-era Trevor Rabin, and keyboardist Rick Wakeman have come together for the first time since the Union album, and are currently working on many projects. Their first tour together was billed as simply ARW: An Evening of Yes Music and More, and was a wild success, especially in the US, the UK, and Japan. Anderson’s soprano voice has not deteriorated in the slightest bit, as haven’t Rabin and Wakeman’s instrumentation. They also had two backing band members: On drums, Louis Molino III, and on bass, Lee Pomeroy, who imitates Chris Squire’s sound so perfectly, you think that Squire may as well be there.

Their lighting is very different as well – They have a massive prop piece directly behind them, where lights, and even special effects, are projected throughout the show. Anderson tells very brief stories in between few songs about how, where, and when the songs they play were written. If you don’t like when artists blab in between songs, don’t be skeptical at all, as he only does so about three or four times total. They play songs from both eras of Yes: the progressive one with Wakeman present, and the rock/pop one with Rabin present. Anderson was, needless to say, involved in both, so he knows exactly what he’s doing the whole night.

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2. Paul Simon

Paul Simon is one of those artists that you’ll likely just be honored to be in the vicinities of. His songs are legendary, he’s a twice Rock and Roll Hall Of Famer, and he has won the Grammy for Album Of The Year thrice within seventeen years, the first time alongside his former partner Art Garfunkel. But at his live shows? You think he sounds good on his albums.

His backing band is about the size of Brian Wilson’s – about 10 musicians, one of which, Bakithi Kumalo played on the original Graceland album in 1986. Usually, a large backing band can mean another add-on to an artist’s ego. But in terms of Paul Simon, these guys are just making every song sound precisely the way it did on the original album it was on. Now as for the man himself, at 75 years old, Simon still sounds as fresh as he did in the 70s and 80s. The only sign of age is when his voice quivers ever so rarely. Paul tells (and often entertains) his audience stories of his career, his travels, and of a lady who once asked him to play a song he didn’t write, and to his knowledge, doesn’t exist as a song.

Generally, Paul plays small venues rather than stadiums or hockey arenas, and typically in a small venue, the ushers and often times even the artist will do whatever it takes to make sure that you follow the venue’s rules that nobody plans to follow, such as staying seated throughout the entire show and not taking photos of any kind. But Paul sums up how it should be very simply: “If you wanna stand up and dance, that’s cool with me. Just think about the guy sitting behind you.

                 

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I’ve only seen him once so far, in Tampa. This was the best shot I could get, as I left my camera at home on accident that night.

1) Billy Joel

Billy Joel has one of the most astounding, yet somewhat shortest, songbooks in American history. Sadly, I’m biased, but in my book, you either love him or don’t know who he is. While his music can crush your depression, seeing him in concert is even more uplifting.

For one thing, audience etiquette is very important to some artists. I’ve heard Brian Wilson tell people to “please be seated” after dancing to a song from Pet Sounds, and I’ve also heard about Art Garfunkel raiding somebody on the spot for having her phone out to take a photo. The Piano Man on the other hand just does not care. There could be people smoking pot and having sex right there in the front row, and all he’d do is do him. He doesn’t care about cameras, recording devices, and all the rules that the venue provides for the sake of the artist. Sure, he believes in people having a good time, and a big part of this makes him the greatest.

If you haven’t heard by now, when tickets go on sale for a new show, all the tickets in the first few rows are not listed. Why? The day of the show, Billy sends his road crew to the very back of the venue to offer folks with nosebleed seats some front row seats. He wants nothing but to see the real fans who can’t afford floor seats, rather than the “gold chainers,” as he calls them.

He often jokes with the audience, and pokes fun at other artists, an example being when he plays a few bars of Your Song by Elton John, and stopping at the point of which the lyric is “I don’t have much money.” Billy calls bullshit, and the audience laughs along. His interaction with the audience in general really goes to show that while Billy, needless to say, wants the money from the tickets, he gives 20,000 people the best show they’ll ever see. He gives them “fielder’s choices” at least once a night, in which they choose a song for him to play, and he’ll play the chosen song, based on the applause and cheering volume. For example, he often throws out two songs from his The Stranger album, having the audience select either Just The Way You Are or Vienna. Surprisingly enough, they always choose Vienna.

The stage equipment and his backing band are also key items to his shows. While his boss plays, guitarist Michael Delguidice often takes the mic to sing the operatic Nessun dorma, and closer to the end of the show, he’ll sing, and play, a song or two by Led Zeppelin. Now, regarding the stage equipment? The light shows are breathtaking, and while they do not involve lasers to my knowledge, every song has different colors, patterns, and in some songs, the lights blink to the rhythm of the song. For example, during Movin’ Out, the lights blink repeatedly as Billy sings about how working too hard can give you a heart “attack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack.” Finally, if you get bogus seats and are worried that you’ll only be seeing the back of Billy the whole night, not to fear. His piano sits on a rotating circular platform the whole night, and it spins into a different direction every other song or so. It’s like a slow-going human sized Lazy Susan.

The only advice I leave you for one of Billy’s shows is as follows: Do NOT, under any circumstance besides getting lucky at the last minute in the box office, get tickets behind the stage. They are available for purchase, but you could get really unlucky, and only see half of Billy Joel the whole night. But if you take a chance and buy cheap front-of-the-stage seats, you just might get lucky and see the Piano Man up front.

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CONCERT REVIEW: DanTDM strums and games for Clearwater

A YouTube star on tour? On a real-life stage? Get outta town.

Clearwater’s Ruth Eckerd Hall has been hosting acts from YouTube stars since Dan and Phil brought The Amazing Tour Is Not On Fire to Clearwater last year. It was a sold out show that had the energy of a Beatles concert at the height of Beatlemania. Just about every teenage girl in the Tampa Bay area was there. But what if there was a YouTube act that the younger kids could enjoy? Specifically the gamer kids?

Enter DanTDM.

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DanTDM played his acoustic guitar at Ruth Eckerd Hall

British gamer Dan Middleton (aka The Diamond Minecart) has been a YouTube sensation since he first created the The Diamond Minecart YouTube channel in 2012. Since then, he has accomplished over 10 billion views and over 15 million subscribers, mainly consisting of kids ages 5-13. Dan is currently on the second leg of his first ever US tour, and he decided to stop in Florida for four shows, two of which were in Orlando.

Clearwater was his final Florida stop. I only attended because my younger brother is a huge fan. I, personally, prefer live shows from longtime musicians and bands, but you know what? Almost all of the non-fans in the venue underestimated Dan’s showmanship skills.

Starting ten minutes before showtime, just about every kid in the venue chanted “We want Dan!” from 10 minutes before the show began, to when Dan actually ran down the right side aisle of Ruth Eckerd Hall to greet the sold out crowd of kids ages 5-14, many of them having dyed their hair blue to imitate their hero. After a brief intro from Dan, the story began: An “Evil Dan” kidnaps Dan’s beloved pet pug Ellie, and it’s up to him and his science – – and cellphone – – crazed friend, Eve, to get through Evil Dan’s challenge to get his pug back. And how else?

Through video games, of course.

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DanTDM gets in on a science experiment with touring mate, Eve

He selected a number of kids from the audience to take on each other, and play solo on the games Dan was challenged with. And these weren’t VIP kids. While they were all much closer than I was, these were just normal audience members who likely didn’t buy the meet and greet pass, which sold out within days.

At the end of it all, Dan and Eve made us promise that we’d keep all that we saw a secret. So while I can’t say much more, I’ll say for sure that even though my brother had a better time than I did, it was a much better show than I expected. And if you have kids who love DanTDM, or if you are a kid who loves DanTDM, this show is a blast.

But just remember to scream loud and bring your diamond sword, and maybe, you’ll get picked to come onstage.

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Vinyl: Three Memories, Three Years Later

When I was twelve years old, I started to love music. But as great as just about everything ever recorded being available at my fingertips was, there was just something about another format that fascinated me.

“Vinyl’s cool,” I thought to myself.

On this day in 2014, I had just come home early from a road trip to Ohio because something was up with my house, and my parents had to be there to take care of it right then and there. My friend I was visiting there had a record player, and a nice little collection of classic rock, classical, and Disney records. I only had two at that time: In 3D by “Weird Al” Yankovic, and Give My Regards To Broad Street by Paul McCartney. As much as I wanted one, I didn’t have a turntable until I turned thirteen that July. My only source of playing records was on my grandparents’ Crosley 5-in-1, (which at the time I didn’t know that it was a huge mistake to abuse my two records on that thing.) which was why I brought both of my albums with me to Ohio.

But a few days after I arrived home, my parents decided that they enjoyed antiquing in Ohio so much, they were going to give it a try down here. We tried three different antique shops looking for (primarily) albums that were worth it. I only found two I knew, one an album, one a 45. The album was by this guy B.B. King, who I had always loved, but not enough to pay $30 for. The 45 was by The Monkees, being the theme song to their TV show on side A, and Mary, Mary on side B. Again, I had always been a fan of The Monkees, and had seen Davy Jones live before he passed away. But I think I’d even agree now that regardless of whether or not I have a turntable now, $10 is a bit much for a 45 without the original picture sleeve.

But what I didn’t know was that I was still going to go home with a record that day.

The last antique shop we hit was full of old tools and such. That place only had four records that I could find. Three of those four were country records by folks that I had never heard of. But guess what fourth record sat there in the corner, staring at me for $1.10?

Bridge over Troubled Water by Simon & Garfunkel.

Not only had I been a longtime fan of them – Paul Simon, both solo and as a member of S&G was (and still is!) in my top 10, top 5, and top 3. I had to buy it. On the ride home, I was proud of myself – I finally had an album that did not come from a family member. While it was used, it would be another few months until I got my first album that was mine the entire time.

On this day in 2014, I began to collect vinyl. Here are some of my favorite memories of it over the last few years.

2015

My primary digging spot has been Bananas Music in St. Petersburg, FL since March of 2015. I went digging there maybe once or twice a month. But what was my third dig ever there was actually one of the greatest times I look back on.

It was a Saturday in May. I was just about to graduate from eighth grade, I had played the lead role in my school musical the night before, and we all nailed it. For the first time in years, I felt totally alive and enthusiastic inside. My folks drove me out to my favorite record store to celebrate the beginning of summer, and my totally awesome portrayal of Horton The Elephant in Seussical Jr.

I selected Bananas.

Just my haul that day just gave me more enthusiasm that I have had in about two years. Here’s what I got that day, along with its price.

Don McLean – American Pie ($3)

The Sound of Music Soundtrack ($3)

Elvis Presley – Elvis’ Golden Records ($5)

Paul McCartney – Tug of War ($5)

George Harrison – Cloud Nine ($8)

Simon & Garfunkel – Bookends (8)

Billy Joel – The Stranger ($1)

Billy Joel – 52nd Street ($1)

You Don’t Have To Be Jewish ($1)

I think 2015 was my best year for vinyl. I got a reissue of The Beatles’ infamous butcher cover, a bootleg of their rare Christmas album for $10, and a first pressing of Simon & Garfunkel’s debut album, Wednesday Morning 3AM. In spite of all that, this had to be my best haul.

I didn’t know it at the time, but this was the haul that really kicked off my collection. I already owned about 40 albums at the time, but considering how rapidly my taste in music was rising, I needed a wider selection of artists. Cloud Nine was an album I had been hunting for since the year before. George was always my favorite of the Beatles because his solo career is insanely underrated. If more people today knew that he was a member of The Traveling Wilburys with Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison, Jeff Lynne, and Tom goddamn Petty, his music would probably be a lot more recognizable than it is today. Tug of War was a suggestion to buy from a friend that I, unfortunately have cut all communication with since, and honestly, it was amazing in its own right. Finally, my uncle, like me, has a top 20 artists list, and Billy Joel is #3 on his rock and roll list. (which is a little low for me) After he gave me his An Innocent Man album from when he was a kid, I told him that I really enjoyed it, and he told me to look for The Stranger.

I found it with 52nd Street, back to back. $1 apiece.

But the highlight that day was You Don’t Have To Be Jewish. During the holidays, one of my dad’s colleagues had me listen to a skit from this old comedy album on MP3, and it was so funny, I wondered how the hell I missed this in my 13 years alive. (whatever) I immediately scoured eBay and Discogs for a vinyl edition of the entire album, and because it’s out of print, the prices they were going for were pretty high for me. But I found a first (and only) pressing of it in the back room where they have discount albums from $1 – $3, while I was just casually digging. It didn’t have an inner sleeve, but frankly, that day, I did not give a crap.

I filmed my first thirteen minutes digging there that day, and I wish I had caught my reaction to YDHTBJ.

2016

A lot of good and bad things happened in 2016. Bad? We lost David Bowie and Carrie Fisher, I broke my leg pretty badly, and the biggest mass shooting in American history occurred an hour and a half away from my house. But a lot of good happened, too, which is why I’ll be sharing two memories from here, as this year, not a lot has happened, considering the fact that I’ve only been out on two digs total this year. What?!

Right after Christmas, I was given notice that I no longer had to drive all the way out to St. Pete for my albums, because a new shop in Clearwater was opening. Every month, they hold a record show where sellers in the Bay area come in to buy, and sell records. I couldn’t go to the one in January because I was out of town for it. But in February, a friend of mine met up there for our second out of many digs to come.

This shop had a huge shelf that was about 8 and a half feet tall, full of $1 records. And you never knew what you’d find. You could find Soundgarden, you could find Gary Dee Bradford. Anything was possible. Most of the albums I got that day, except for one, were $1, and it all totaled up to about $25 total.

Yep. 21 records in a day. (well, actually 22 because I bought a Queen Greatest Hits album at a street market for $5 earlier that day)

While they weren’t in pristine condition, most of them played so well, I still have them. But there was one that my dad bought for me, and it was the $5 album: an original pressing of Purple Rain by Prince, just without the poster. This was about two months before he passed away, so not being a passionate fan of Prince at the time, (I became one like, a month later) I really just threw it in my collection and let time go on.

Then, in March, I broke my leg.

I got to take two weeks off of school – Only because the second week was spring break. To ease myself before the surgery I had on it, I decided that it would be pretty cool to try and get through all of my albums. I started out with the ones I didn’t really enjoy at first. Purple Rain was one of them. I finished the album, and it was like a spiritual awakening. I couldn’t believe that being the music freak I was, I had never heard it before.

When the news broke a month later that Prince passed away, I was mortified. I was just now getting into his music, and just the night before, I looked for tickets to if he was ever gonna make a tour stop in Tampa. (which he only did once in his entire career in 2001) As soon as I got to my turntable, I started spinning Purple Rain, and I remember turning off all the lights and silencing my fan when the title track started playing on side B. I only wanted to hear Prince, without the AC on.

2016 (part 2)

2017 has really not left me with many amazing memories of vinyl, so I’ll write about a memorable one that I had with a friend of mine in October 2016.

I had known about this huge record warehouse in St. Pete since 2014, but I had never been to it. They said that they had over 3 million pieces of vinyl, which was about right. My friend and I had been to just about every record shop in town, so we (I,) wanted to check the warehouse off the list. I had gone to a YES reunion concert with Jon Anderson, Trevor Rabin, and Rick Wakeman the week before, and I only had two YES albums in my collection, so I figured that this warehouse was the perfect opportunity to find some.

As soon as we arrived, we walked up the green metal stairs to the entrance and opened the door. The first person we saw was one of the owners, sitting there pricing some albums. The first thing she says to us?

“Sorry, boys. We don’t sell prog rock here.”

We didn’t look like punk teenagers or anything. Even though I had bleached blonde hair at the time, I was wearing a Billy Joel t-shirt with jeans. My friend was just wearing black, black, and black. No big deal, right?

We kinda just ignored her, because we just wanted to start digging.

My friend that drove me out here is a hardcore metalhead, so obviously, I expected him to be looking for metal classics: Mötley Crüe, Cinderella, and of course, Metallica. But while he found Theatre Of Pain by Crüe, he found some other albums that I never expected him to even consider.

He was holding Frontiers by Journey and an album by 38 Special. “Really? 38 Special?” I asked him.

I had a stack of my own records I was going to buy (Monkees, Bob Dylan, Yes, etc.) that was going to total up to about $50, so who was I to judge? I think the best part of it all was check-out. When the owner who told us that she didn’t sell prog there rang my albums up, she got to The Yes Album by Yes last.

“So I actually did find some prog, now didn’t I?!” I sarcastically bragged, to which no response came from her.


Collecting vinyl has been painful, wasteful of money, and often times torturous. But it’s all been worth it, because one day when I have kids of my own, they’ll have a way to learn about the old days. Well, actually, come to think of it, vinyl has really made a huge comeback in recent years, which thankfully, I was a part of.

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Music legend Tony Bennett is coming to Sarasota

 

Tony Bennett is 90 and still kicking. And because of his consistent touring, he’s played the Tampa Bay area at least 9 times in the last 16 years.

After all, he is 90 years old, so many people who go to see him will more times than not think that it’s their last chance to do so. But they’re wrong every time. Tony completely defies his age: He still has his voice and energy, he’s formed a friendship with Lady Gaga, and he even jogs onstage sometimes.

But let’s get to the point here, okay?

Tony Bennett will play the Van Wezel Performing Arts Centre in Sarasota for the first time on Friday, September 8. This will be his second time in Florida this year, having also played the Mahaffey Theater in St. Pete in early March.

Tickets are now on sale at vanwezel.org, ranging from $57.00 – $147.00.

If you love him and have never seen him, buy those tickets as if it actually is your last chance to see Tony. Just keep in mind that while he may have left his heart in San Francisco, he’ll be back sometime next year.

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Why McCartney’s arrival in Tampa is so important

This is it, Beatle fans of Tampa.

T-minus fifteen days until Sir Paul McCartney brings his One On One tour to Amalie Arena.

The former frontman of Wings is finally returning to our state, his last time in Florida being in Jacksonville on his Out There tour. It’s bound to be one of the biggest nights Tampa has ever had.

Here’s why.

1) This is Sir Paul’s first time in Tampa since 2005. That’s right. 12 years since he played Amalie Arena. (then known as the St. Pete Times Forum)

2) His opener will most likely be A Hard Day’s Night, a song he has never played solo live until this tour, and since 1965, when he was with The Beatles. The One On One Tour is also described to involve some surprises, such as a dazzling stage setup, and a performance of a song by The Quarrymen (The Beatles before they were The Beatles), In Spite Of All The Danger.

3) The week Sir Paul will be there will involve three living legends in a row performing. On July 8, Rod Stewart with Cyndi Lauper will take the stage, and on July 11, original member of Pink Floyd, Roger Waters, will bring his US + Them Tour to the dome. With all due respect to those artists, Paul’s show is guaranteed to be the pinnacle of it all.

It looks like tickets have sold out on TicketMaster, but if you’re really dedicated to seeing him, you could either pay big bucks on StubHub, or simply try your luck and show up.

If you have a ticket, I’ll see you there.

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A week of goodbyes, and a live album

Rockers come and rockers go. Some came before others, others came before…well, you get the point.

Following last year’s tragedies in the music world, we all learned that we should never take any musician for granted, regardless of whom. But this year has also touched a bit on that. On June 9, three new albums were released, two of which are farewell records, the other being a live album.

Chuck Berry – CHUCK (9/10)

On March 18, the world lost a voice. Chuck Berry passed away at the age of 90. The Rollover Beethoven writer was often referred to as “The Father Of Rock And Roll.” But he kept it quiet the last few years especially. He hasn’t released any new music since the late 70s, and he only played a few shows a year until 2014. But on his 90th birthday last year, his first new album in almost forty years was announced: “CHUCK.”

While it was originally intended to be a farewell record rather than just posthumous, the entire album is a salute to Chuck’s 60+ year career. Big Boys, the album’s first single, and second track, is nothing but a 1950s rockabilly song, just recorded much later. Jamaica Moon has a sort of groovy Bob Marley feel to it with its smooth rhythm and the foreign percussion used. Lady B. Goode is the third single released, and is, you guessed it, literally a rewrite of the legendary song that started it all: Johnny B. Goode.

A whole load of artists go out with a bang. Saying that Chuck Berry did would be an understatement.

MY RATING: I’d give this album a 9/10 because it has been years in the making. Though a few of the songs sound very alike, Chuck really mixed it up on here. Instead of making the entire LP 100 percent 1950’s rockabilly, he put in a song where he only spoke, and then Jamaica Moon, which is unlike most of Chuck’s songs.

glen-campbell-2Glen Campbell – Adíos (8/10)

“Adíos” really is Glen Campbell saying it. Sadly, he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in 2011, so to make his last musical projects powerful, he embarked on his “Goodbye Tour” with his children as his backing band. Once finished, he returned to the studio for the first time in quite awhile to record for the last time. Glen is now in the final stages of Alzheimer’s, so why not release the album now?

None of the songs on “Adíos” were written by him, and most of them were written by his old friend, Jimmy Webb. But others were written, and co-performed by fellow country legends. Willie Nelson joins Glen on the Nelson-penned Funny How Time Slips Away, and Vince Gill, who will be playing with the Eagles this summer, backs Glen’s vocals on Am I All Alone (Or Is It Only Me). The album’s finale is a Webb piece properly entitled Adíos. A load of people are heartbroken about Glen’s current condition, but you know what?  After listening to this record all the way through, you can probably observe that he always cared about keeping his music in the best quality as possible, until the very end.

MY RATING: I’d give this album a 8/10 because usually, I’m not a huge fan of those who use others’ songs. But knowing that Glen Campbell worked hard enough on this album with guests, and had Alzheimer’s while working through it, this deserves a solid B+.

170511_hydepark_cover           Paul Simon – The Concert In Hyde Park (8/10)

Paul Simon has been hinting at his retirement for quite some time now, but he never seems to stop. “Stranger To Stranger,” which just released last year shows that Paul’s voice is still as fresh as it was in the 1960s and 70s. This live album was recorded at the Hard Rock Calling Festival in 2012 in Hyde Park over in London. While Simon has released 3 other live albums prior, this one has a significance unlike any of the others: This album involves a reunion of the original band that played on his “Graceland” album in 1986.

All the songs off of that album are performed on shuffle in the latter part of the performance. Everything else makes it a greatest hits setlist spanning through his 40+ years as the successful solo artist he is. That’s another element about this album that has only been seen on his 2012 “Live In New York City” album. There are only two songs from his days as a member of Simon & Garfunkel: The Boxer, and of course, The Sound Of Silence, both of which are staples of his concerts today.

MY RATING: I’d give this album an 8/10, because while I bet that if I were actually at the show, I’d have a ball, the sound on this album makes it more audience than music.

 

 

 

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The old timer shows I can and can’t make it to this year.

I love going to concerts, whether it’s a top 10 favorite, or some band that I’m not necessarily a fan of, but just an excuse to get out of the house. Obviously, I can’t go to every single concert out there because unfortunately, I can’t spit money.

There are some huge shows this year, some of which I have a ticket to, others either not yet or I will not be going. Keep in mind that since I specialize in classic rock concerts, I will not be mentioning rappers and country artists. But I’m saying now that Ed Sheeran is coming on August 29, and I am planning on getting a resale ticket soon.

So here are the shows coming up, and why or why not I’ll be going to them:

Jimmy Buffett, MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheater, June 3

Jimmy Buffett is one of those Florida-inspired artists that everybody loves. Of course, being a music lover and a pianist, I have to respect him because he really has some great songs. While I can’t get sick of “Cheeseburger In Paradise,” I’m not enough of a fan to go to a concert for the prices they’re at. I love me some beach music, but not for $80 on the lawn.

Iron Maiden, Amalie Arena, June 11

Honest to god, I think that Iron Maiden is amazing, and their music is just OK, but I would go see them because of the stage elements I’ve heard about: Lasers, light shows, and the amazing special effects. The art of Iron Maiden has always haunted, yet fascinated me, so I personally think that whoever is going is going to have a great time.

U2, Raymond James Stadium, June 14

U2 is a legendary group, and one of the very few groups these days that has every single (iconic) original member present. Bono’s voice is still with him, The Edge shreds his guitars like nobody’s business, and Michael Clayton and Larry Mullen Jr. are quite possibly the biggest drummer and bassist that fans don’t take for granted. And this year they’re performing the Joshua Tree album in its entirety for its 30th anniversary. This sounds like one hell of a show, but I did not buy tickets. The reason being…now take it easy…I’m not a fan. U2 is one of those bands that everybody seems to love or idolize, and I can totally see why. They are insanely talented and they’ve been together for forty years. But I’ve never really been able to pick up the vibe of their music. Of course, you can’t hate “Sunday Bloody Sunday,” but I’m not a big enough fan to buy tickets to a show.

Chicago & The Doobie Brothers, MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheater, June 29

While both groups have great talent, Chicago is really not Chicago anymore. With all due respect to the original members that still play with some newbies, Chicago without Peter Cetera, Terry Kath, and even Jason Scheff, is more of a tribute band. Of course, original member Robert Lamm is still there to sing with the original horn players and woodwind player, but he is the only reason why Chicago should still be out touring. As for the Doobie Brothers, they are one of those groups that as long as they had the two main vocalists, they are still The Doobie Brothers. Tom Johnston and Patrick Simmons are still in the group with some relatively new members to back them up. If they want to continue on, I’d be all for that.

Rod Stewart w/Cyndi Lauper, Amalie Arena, July 8

Rod Stewart is kicking off what may be the largest streak of British rock’s biggest names playing Amalie Arena within a few days. Both Rod Stewart and Cyndi Lauper (but mostly Rod Stewart) have amazing talent, some great songs, and I love and respect them both. The reason I’m not going is because while there may still be tickets available, I never got to save enough money for them. Why, you may ask? Well, you may want to go down one section…

Paul McCartney, Amalie Arena, July 10

“Holy crap on a cracker.” That was my first reaction to when Amalie Arena announced two minutes prior that the former Beatle would bring his “One on One Tour” to Tampa. I thought I was hallucinating because this was the concert I have been dreaming about since I was 12 years old. I’ll be 16 on July 10, so yes, it’s been four years. Paul hasn’t stopped in Tampa, let alone Amalie (then the St. Pete Times Forum) since 2005, though he played Miami in 2010, two shows in Orlando in 2013, and Jacksonville in 2014. Now, when this was announced, I was seriously thinking about going to Rod Stewart because he’s a living legend, and he’s got a few great songs. I immediately put that idea on hold, because I knew that I was about to spend big bucks. It was during the school day when I bought my tickets during pre-sale. So around 10:00 on April 28, 3 days before tickets properly went on sale (and sure enough, sold out.), I asked my English teacher if I could “use the restroom,” to which she said yes. I checked TicketMaster for a reasonably priced ticket that was not a Paul’s ass only seat. Sure enough, I found one in 308, and though it’s pretty far from the stage, (directly across in fact) I bookmarked it, and I bought my ticket at about 3:00 that day. I will be there with bells on.

Roger Waters, Amalie Arena, July 11

This show has been going around and around in my head ever since it was announced. Pink Floyd is my second favorite prog rock band, (below Yes) and we all know that there probably won’t be a reunion with Waters, David Gilmour, and Nick Mason anytime soon. I expected tickets to be insane, starting at maybe $80 for nosebleeds. But actually, tickets are not badly priced. $51 is what they’re asking for a nosebleed. And to be completely honest, I am seriously considering putting some money aside for this show so I can get not a good seat, but not a bad seat either. The thing is, I, personally, would see Gilmour before Waters any day, but Gilmour doesn’t tour very much anymore, and when he does, he snubs Florida, quite like a lot of artists these days. See, I hate Waters as a person, but honestly, I hear that his shows are genius, and that it’s very interesting to hear him take on Gilmour’s vocals. Also, he’s got a new album out called “Is This The Life We Really Want?” so not only will there be Floyd songs, there will be new music.

United We Rock Tour 2017 (Styx, REO Speedwagon, & Don Felder), MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheater, July 18

I have mixed feelings about this show. Firstly, Styx and REO Speedwagon are both great bands, and it’s totally amazing that they’re touring together. And Don Felder is a former member of the Eagles, one of the two guitarists who played the famous solo at the end of Hotel California, the other being Joe Walsh, who is on tour with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers at the moment. So, about each group: Styx has got some great music, and most of the greatest members are still with the band. However, with all due respect to Lawrence Gowen, you can’t have Styx in its entirety without Dennis DeYoung. I’ve seen DeYoung in EPCOT before, and you know something? While it wasn’t legit Styx with Tommy Shaw, it was damn near close. Now, regarding REO Speedwagon, while they all have some great talent, I’ve never been big into their music. Neal Doughtry is the only remaining original member of the group, but I feel like their 1980 album, “Hi-Infidelity” was their breakthrough album, and most of the members on that, including lead singer Kevin Cronin, still play with the group. And I get it, Gary Richrath died in 2015, and as great as Dave Amato is, there’s nothing that can be done about that.

Foreigner w/Cheap Trick & Jason Bonham’s Led Zeppelin Experience, MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheater, August 2

Firstly, all of these groups (Led Zeppelin counts for Jason Bonham) are in my top 20 bands, and Cheap Trick is #10 in my top 10. When this was announced in January, I had to buy a ticket for myself and a friend because I knew that this was gonna be one of the greatest shows of 2017. Of all the groups I’ve mentioned in this article, Foreigner is the closest to a tribute band. While all of the new members have great talent, Mick Jones is the only reason that they have the right to go out billed as Foreigner. Lou Gramm is the true voice, and even if it were these guys and just Jones and Gramm together, I’d still say it’s really Foreigner. Kelly Hansen is the fourth lead singer of the band, and he is pretty good, but you just can’t beat Gramm. Cheap Trick is that one band that everyone knows the songs of, but nobody can quite remember what the name of that band that wrote “Surrender” was. They usually get very small venues, and they sell out reasonably fast when it’s just them. Another thing is that during this show, they are the only ones who are members of the Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame, and also, three of the four original members still play with the group. The only one that does not anymore is drummer Bun E. Carlos. Finally, Jason Bonham is the son of the late Led Zeppelin drummer, John Bonham, and his band is the closest you’ll get to Zeppelin these days. I’m pretty sure his guitarist even brings out and plays a double neck at one point. See you there.

Lionel Richie w/very special guest Mariah Carey, Amalie Arena, August 11

I could listen to Lionel Richie sing “all night long” if I could. He is considered a guilty pleasure among my taste in music because of his Motown and pop sounds, compared to hard rock and such. I don’t really care for Mariah all that much, but even though I don’t have a ticket for this at the moment, I’d go to this concert.

Those are the classic shows coming up this summer that I may or may not go to. While I plan to go to a few, I’ll definitely see you at Paul McCartney, and Cheap Trick.

 

 

 

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CONCERT REVIEW: Paul Simon and friends shower St. Augustine with hits

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Paul Simon playing for a sold-out crowd of old and young at the St. Augustine Amphitheater.

Paul Simon hasn’t played Florida since his 2014 tour with Sting, and he hasn’t been as a solo artist since late 2011. It seems like an eternity ago to some fans such as myself. Last year when he announced that there would be a massive US tour promoting a new album Stranger To Stranger, he totally snubbed Florida. The lowest in the southeast Paul played in was Atlanta. I would have gone, and still would go to Georgia for certain artists, Paul Simon topping that list, had my leg not been cooped up in a cast.

But in March, we Floridians learned of a miracle: The Kodachrome singer would be doing a summer tour, and where else would he start but St. Augustine, FL?

On Thursday night, the St. Augustine Amphitheater doors opened at promptly 6:00, and members of the sold-out crowd began to worry that one of Florida’s famous rainstorms from a few hours prior would start up again. The worst that happened was the show being postponed by ten minutes. “The rain came, and the rain…cooled us off!” Paul observed early on.

The turnout was enormous, quite like a class act you see at a sports stadium or arena. And this was not just a bunch of old folks who were fans of Simon’s days recording with his former partner, Art Garfunkel: There were actually quite a lot of fans who enjoyed his solo works, like his 1986 Grammy Album Of The Year winner, the South-African inspired “Graceland.” Most of those fans were in their thirties or forties. I’m fifteen, which is a bit young to have Paul Simon in your top 10, top 5, and top 3 these days, and I saw other people there that were my age – Most of them had been dragged there by their parents because they were just trying to be totally awesome parents. I mean, how many of today’s children will get the chance to say that they experienced this man live? But no matter, I was probably the only much younger fan who actually understood that this was Paul Simon for God’s sake, a twice Rock and Roll Hall Of Famer, a Songwriter’s Hall Of Famer, and the first recipient of the Gershwin Prize For Popular Song.

The theater itself filled relatively quickly with over 4,000 fans, and at 7:40, Paul’s backing band came out and played a breathtaking instrumental version of Gumboots off of Graceland. Three minutes later, their boss walked out onstage waving in a grey t-shirt with a dark blue overcoat. His ecstatic audience had an unusual but great amount of energy; more people were cheering than just plain applauding. Within seconds, he picked up one of his many acoustic guitars and ripped into Graceland’s exhilarating opening track, The Boy in the Bubble. Through the night, Paul really mixed up some of the songs by either changing their keys, giving them new rhythms during certain parts, or simply adding in more time for his band to play solos. He gave his fans two and a half hours of almost the entire first side of Graceland, some of his greatest hits old and new, and some deep cuts, including One Man’s Ceiling Is Another Man’s Floor.

Six songs from his days in Simon & Garfunkel were played as well, most notably an instrumental edition of El Condor Pasa (If I Could), Mrs. Robinson, a song that has been played only once per tour since 2009, and a tear jerking version of The Boxer. And that wasn’t an exaggeration. I never cry at concerts, but when Paul strummed the first chord of The Boxer, I just lost my goddamn mind. I bawled my eyes out for the first time in a very long time.

Early on, Paul gave a brief but amped up cover of Mystery Train, and later, during Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard, the entire audience actually got up and danced, clapped, or at least sang along, because apparently, it is a much bigger hit than most of the songs he played before. Paul’s backing band was much larger than a typical rock and roll backing band. It was about the size of Brian Wilson’s backing band – about eight other gentlemen onstage, one of which performed on Graceland in 1986. Guitarist Vincent Nguini even stepped up to Paul’s microphone to introduce The Cool, Cool River, “a very powerful tune that we haven’t done in a very, very long time,” of which they actually started playing again on the 2016 tour.

He wrapped up his main set with back to back songs from Graceland, starting with a beautiful rendition of Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes, and ending with a frenetic ride through You Can Call Me Al, which also had everybody standing up and dancing. After his band took a bow, they came back out for two generous encores, and then after everybody was offstage and it was just Paul and his guitar, he strummed the recognizable chords, and sang the magic words:

“Hello, darkness my old friend.”

Paul mentioned many times how all of the profits from this tour would be donated to the E.O Wilson Biodiversity Foundation, which is involved in saving the Earth and the human species. In fact, he’s so dedicated to it, the book that inspired him to do it was for sale at his merchandise stands, entitled Half-Earth: Our Planet’s Fight For Life by Edward Wilson.

But you know, regardless of what charity Paul chose, he sure as heck would continue to save at least the music world, long as he keeps playing those sold out shows for years to come.

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CONCERT REVIEW: Tom Petty makes it last all night in Tampa

How many big name bands originated in Florida? Not very many, with the exception of The Doors’ Jim Morrison being born in Melbourne. But one band that originated in Gainesville announced in December that they would embark on a 40th anniversary tour. Yes, it’s really been 40 years since Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers released their self-titled debut album.

A lot of shows’ opening acts are artists who are trying to get out there. But when the lights went down at promptly 8:00, who else walks out to open but Joe Walsh of The Eagles? “Good morning!” He rasped before beginning his electric 45 minute setlist. He played songs from his own successful solo career (Meadows; Rocky Mountain Way) and two songs from The Eagles (Take It To The Limit; In The City), the first one being dedicated to his “brother and fellow bandmate, Glenn Frey,” who passed away last year.

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The Eagles’ Joe Walsh opens for Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers at Amalie Arena

Walsh left the stage around 8:45, and the roadies began to set up for Tom Petty. People went out to mingle with fellow fans, and to buy t-shirts and beer. Then, at 9:47, the lights went down, and the almost-sold out crowd of over 20,000 fans brought the house down as Tom Petty and his dearly beloved Heartbreakers entered the stage for their second Florida show, their first being the night before in West Palm Beach.

“We’re bringing you 100 percent natural rock and roll, no artificial sweeteners!” he announced as the Heartbreakers prepared their instruments for the best night that Tampa Bay has had in months. The band started out with “the first track from [their] first album,” which was Rockin‘ Around (With You). Petty then went onto his famous sing-along, Mary Jane’s Last Dance, which had the young and old in the audience singing along the whole way through.

Through the rest of the night, Amalie Arena heard mainly greatest hits: The acoustic guitars of Free Fallin and Learning To Fly, and also some deep cuts from Petty’s second solo album, “Wildflowers.” After ending their main set with the frenetic Running Down A Dream, Petty and the guys walked offstage for about two and a half minutes as the ecstatic audience chanted “Petty” until they came back out. The group finished up the show with an encore of You Wreck Me from “Wildflowers,” and American Girl, which was their first album’s closing track.

Petty stated many times through the night how pleased he was to be back home in Florida, and how he “felt the mojo in this room,” to which the roar of the audience was the response he received. At that point in the show, he turned towards the people up in the nosebleeds on each side of the dome.

With Tom onstage were old and new members of the Heartbreakers, including his old buddy and original guitarist Mike Campbell, and also two new members on backing vocals. The Webb Sisters, Charley and Hattie, who were also backup singers in Leonard Cohen’s band from his latter days, are touring with the group for the first, and possibly last time.

In an interview with Rolling Stone from last year, Petty stated how he’s thinking about making this tour “the last big one” with the Heartbreakers, due to the fact that he has a granddaughter he wants to spend time with, and that they’re getting older. That being stated, last night was the perfect opportunity for Petty fans old and young to either relive the old days, or to discover something new.

“Before we leave, I want to hold the world record for the loudest sound ever made in this building,” was his final request to his hyped audience before ripping into his final song of the night.

A loud sound we made, and a loud sound it was.

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“Did Your Parents Drag You Here? A Vinyl Story” Excerpt

Did Your Parents Drag You Here?

A Vinyl Story

 

By Josh Dezern

 

 

 

To Jebb and Brendan, the two that were with me as me, and as Mike.

 

 

Introduction:

Crazy. That’s what I was called since I was eleven years old. I didn’t have any friends in middle school, except for the people who were twenty to thirty years older than me, because God forbid I should do something that made me happy. A typical boy my age at the time would be playing baseball, or gluing his eyes to his Xbox One for weeks at a time. But that wasn’t me.

When I was ten years old, I got a turntable for Christmas, after about two years of spinning two of the five records my sports-crazy father had owned. He had died when I was three after a failed hip replacement, triggered by some wrestling thing. The records he had were all sports related, except for the two I had continuously listened to since I was eight years old. I was, in a way, surprised that somehow, my departed father had tracked down records about physical activity and sports, rather than true musical albums. I couldn’t remember for the life of me what those two musical albums I always listened to were, but what I do remember is that I was the only one who listened to them. My mother was understandably crushed when my father died, and one of her fondest memories was listening to the Let’s Go Mets album with him while pregnant with me. She was also a very sports-crazed person, who even forced me to play tennis when I was only three. I always mentioned the two albums to my mother, and she never had the slightest bit of idea what I was talking about. See, my parents, quite obviously, didn’t really like music, and never went to any concerts growing up. The only one my mother went to was when I made her buy tickets to David Bowie’s last tour that was making a stop in my town. Yes, I was two years old, and wanted to see David Bowie.

I always found the idea of music being pressed onto a wax disc was pretty cool, and I began to head to record shops with my late father’s brother, who didn’t have a job. He seemed to be okay with the fact that one of the only parts of his late brother’s legacy was musical rather than athletic, but he would just sit in front of whatever shop I would go to, and play on his phone, like usual, while I was inside digging. My name is Michael Shamsky Garfunkel. My father was a wrestler, my mother was a sports writer, but I am a vinyl collector.

I:

The only friends I had in elementary school were my classmates, and that was only because the staff at most elementary schools make sure that all of the kids aren’t necessarily friends, but are comfortable talking to each other. I was never really social in my early life, because I knew deep down that none of these kids would understand me in the slightest bit. Then there came one morning when I was about to enter the fifth grade, and was on summer vacation.

“Happy birthday, Mikey!” were the first words I had heard the morning my life changed. My mother was standing on the foot of my bed, and was beaming down at me for the first time in a very long time. It then occurred to me that it was my tenth birthday, and I dashed past her in my blue striped pajamas, straight out my bedroom door. I expected bacon and French toast on a plate, but on the dining room table, I found something else. It was a record player! A brown, deluxe sized record player! I ran back to my room to thank my mother, but she was no longer standing at the foot of my bed. In fact, she wasn’t standing anywhere. She was lying down on my bed, crying. “Mama, what’s wrong?” I asked. She began to explain to me how emotional it was to buy the record player, because it had apparently been her dream to watch me play at a world championship tennis game before I turned ten. “But no,” she concluded. “You HAD to want a record player of all things. Like we need more noise in this house.”

I felt pretty bad for my mother, considering that now, not only was she widowed, but her dream of me playing some sport had been crushed. But I didn’t say anything to her about it. I just ran down to the kitchen so I could spin one of the two albums that my father had owned. I wanted to go record shopping immediately, but of course, being only ten at the time, I couldn’t drive, and knowing my mother, she would want to take me to the Florida tennis championship game of which she expected me to play. I called up my uncle Raymond, who was my father’s peculiar brother, and asked him if he could take me to a record shop. He said yes, but only I went digging for the records. I bought about 30 different albums, for an incredibly low price. When I got home, the first spin from that pile would be Billy Joel’s “An Innocent Man,” which would go on to be one of my favorite albums of all time. The second the needle dropped, I started dancing, because why the hell not? It was my tenth birthday, I was listening to rock and roll Billy Joel, and it was a great album.

A few years went by, and I can still recall all of the strange looks I received when browsing in antique shops, record shops, and even something simple as the vinyl section of Barnes and Noble. Those were just odd looks, because my middle school, on the other hand? There’s always that one outcast in the hallway who walks alone, sits at an island desk group, and eats his lunch alone. That was me in all three years. I tried befriending some people who didn’t necessarily like vinyl as much as me, but were into good music from thirty to forty years prior. Every single one of those kids turned out to be utter assholes. But what did I care? By the time I was twelve, I owned a few hundred albums, had been to five different concerts on my own, and I even began to play the piano a bit after being inspired by a John Lennon song to do so. I was the most musically inclined bleach-blonde twelve year old I knew. My mother never got on my case about my collection, and avoided it for the most part, so my home life was for once, great. Music had officially taken over my life, and I would occasionally sit up for hours at night jamming to Guns ‘n’ Roses on vinyl, or Elvis Presley on MP3. People were my smallest concern. When I turned thirteen, though, things turned to the worst for me.

I was in eighth grade, and it was three weeks until school was letting out. There was an assembly happening about rather than graduation plans, how you could win a huge chocolate bar by bringing in a few hundred dollars through a fundraiser. I noticed about halfway through that the kid sitting next to me had been staring at me for awhile now. I decided to track him down during lunch hour, and ask him what was going on. Sure enough, I managed to find him, sitting on the blue benches outside of the cafeteria. He was, like me for the past three years, sitting alone, and eating his lunch. “Hey,” I began. “I noticed that you were staring at me during that assembly?” The kid looked up at me. He had black hair, the teeth of a Brit, and a Japan shirt on. “Oh, yeah.” He said. “I was just looking at your shirt. I really like that band.” I had gone to school that day wearing my Rolling Stones Live in Cuba shirt.

“Oh, I do as well.” I replied. I sat down next to the kid, and we got into a conversation about how awesome classic rock was, and I thought that I had finally met somebody who viewed life the same way I did. But then, all of a sudden, he asked me if I was wearing a bra. “What? I’m a guy.” I told him. The kid repeated the question, and I repeated my answer. “I think I’ll call you…’Rocket Tits!’” I stuttered in a way that said “Where the hell did that come from? We were just having such a pleasant conversation.” Then he began yelling as everybody started walking in the hallway. “Come see Rocket Tits shake his big nips for you! 5 cents a pop!” I walked off immediately, and thought that this would blow off in a day. I was terribly wrong.

“Rocket Tits, my man!” I was greeted throughout the next day. Only my Chorus teacher, who was the only teacher of mine who knew my name by heart, called me by my real name that day, and for the remaining two weeks of school. I got the police involved with this, because I can deal with name calling, but when you see your face pasted onto a shirtless overweight body on a now-world famous meme, something had to be done. Thankfully, the Kid got expelled from the school about a week later for it, and the memes were removed from the Internet, but the Rocket Tits thing kept going until the last bell on the last day of school.

I was scared as Hell for high school, because what if one of the kids from my middle school would come to start the whole thing up again? But I didn’t dread it that much. I was in a new environment, with new people, and I was starting over. When the first day of high school did come, I expected to be completely avoided and friendless, which I was. But I was totally okay with that, because each night, after I had completed everything that needed to be done, I’d select an album I owned, and I’d spin it until I fell asleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

II:

 

High school was not treating me terribly. I didn’t have any friends for the first few months, except for a few people that pitied me, but I really didn’t care. Come to think of it, I had actually enjoyed being alone at one point, only because I was used to it. But one fateful December evening, however, I was spinning my first pressing of “There’s A Kind Of Hush All Over The World” by Herman’s Hermits, that I had hoped to get autographed by Peter Noone one day, and I got a message through Instagram. It was from some guy that was in my geology class that gave a follow to everybody at the school we were at. I had posted a picture of The Beatles doing something related to Christmas, and the guy really got a kick out of it. “I love The Beatles!” was all he wrote in the message. For a second, I thought that he was some sarcastic punk who would rather play football than do anything musical, but then it occurred to me: I had not seen this kid anywhere, except for in class. And I had overseen sports matches at my school before, and I knew the faces of every single player. This kid was way too thin to be a jock, and I’d only seen him do academic things. And whenever he listens to his music, he would rock from side to side, as if he’s listening to a song for the first time, and pretending to get a slight bit of enjoyment out of it, which he still did for the rest of his life. I didn’t even bother responding to the message because at that point, I had just become uncomfortable around all people.

The next day while walking into my geology class, I saw the guy sitting alone at his table on the far right of the room. He was writing something, and he didn’t have his earphones in. I took a look at him, and immediately knew that this was the guy that messaged me. He had short blondish brown hair, a red V-neck, and black sandals. I decided that maybe, it would be best to communicate with at least one person. “Maybe he likes vinyl.” Said a voice in my head. I rose up and walked over to the empty seat next to him. Little did either of us know that those first few minutes we were in the classroom, apart from each other, would be the end of our lonely lives. I sat down, and he looked at me like I was a scary jock, ready to emotionally smother him up because of his nerdy qualities.

“Mike Garfunkel,” I began. The guy looked up from his paper, and directed his eyes towards me. “What?” he responded. I repeated myself, and his eyes lit up ever so slightly. “Oh, now I know who you are! You’re that guy that posted the Beatles eating turkey on Christmas! I love that band!” I raised my eyebrows. “I’m a huge fan. I own most of their albums on vinyl, and I even have an original pressing of Abbey Road.” I could tell that he didn’t know what the hell I was talking about, but it was okay, because I was probably the only kid in the school of 1200 that actually had an appreciation for vinyl. The guy gave me a thumbs up, and I asked him what his name was. “Floyd. Floyd Wilbury Young Petty. I was named after three music people that I don’t even know.” I knew them, though. Though I never found out what they officially were, I could tell that he was named after Pink Floyd, the Travelling Wilburys, and Neil Young.

“Any relation to Tom Petty?” I joked. “Who’s that?” Floyd responded. What I didn’t know that day was that Floyd was practically clueless when it came to music. So, I explained to him ever so patiently how Tom Petty was “the guy from the Heartbreakers.” I could have used a much better explanation for him, but it was all I could think of at the time, considering how early in the morning it was. “Do you like any other bands?” I asked him. Floyd paused for a moment and thought about it. “I like The Beach Boys as well.” “Since you like The Beatles, have you listened to any of Paul McCartney’s solo stuff?” I asked. Once again, he responded with “Who’s that?” But this time, I gave him a look that said “Really dude? You’re a Beatle fan, and you don’t know Paul McCartney?” I didn’t say anything bad to him, so I began to explain who the four Beatles were. When I finished explaining, he made a noise that sounded like he didn’t give a crap, which he occasionally made for the rest of his life. Well, he made it towards non-musical people telling him things that nobody cared about. We remained quiet towards each other for the rest of the class period, and I thought that the friendship I made would blow off the next day: He’d forget me, I’d probably forget him, and our lonely lives would go on.

I got home that day and started spinning a Monkees record I had for a year now. I was really getting into it, and all of a sudden, Floyd messaged me through Instagram, simply saying “Hello.” I was confused for a minute, because nobody ever sent me a message saying simply “Hello.” I usually got more along the lines of “Hey what was the Algebra homework?” I responded back to him, and before I knew it, we were in conversation about the history of The Beatles. Maybe this wouldn’t blow over, I thought. Perhaps, there’s another person out there who’s not an utter asshole and is into awesome music.

 

 

 

 

III:

Sure enough, when I was headed to my lonely little corner during lunch hour the next day, Floyd spotted me and waved me over. We were in a quiet little place, so it was easy to have a conversation with him about what other musicians he liked. I was so stoked to have befriended a loyal Beatles fan, and now, I was going to find out who else he listens to. The conversation did not go very well. I began by asking him who he liked. “The Beatles and The Beach Boys, and that’s about it,” Floyd replied. I then began naming some artists that I was a fan of, and when I was done naming those artists, he asked me to repeat fewer artists since he could not keep up.

I left school that day highly disappointed. I was not necessarily disappointed in Floyd, but just in how some people say they love something, and in conversation about it, they have no clue what the hell you’re talking about. The conversation that Floyd and I had at lunch was not as good as I thought it would be. I named about 10 basic artists and bands, and I can give you the exact response I got out of him after asking if he liked them.

  • Billy Joel: “Who’s that?”
  • David Bowie: “Who now?”
  • The Who: “I don’t know what that is.”
  • KISS: “I don’t like rap.”
  • The Rolling Stones: “Never heard of em’.”
  • Bruce Springsteen: “Who?”
  • Queen: “No idea.”
  • The Monkees: “Is that a local band?”
  • Pink Floyd: “Don’t know who that is.”
  • Guns ‘n’ Roses: “No.”

Okay, so I’ll admit, it’s a wonder how I, a high schooler, even knew of the existence of some of those people, mainly The Monkees and Billy Joel. I guess I had to let Floyd slide on some of those, but he said he was a “huge fan of rock and roll,” and had never heard of the fricking Rolling Stones. I knew that if he wanted to stay in the fandom, or at this point, even get into it, I had a job to do: Introduce him to rock and roll. Of course, there were some ever so basic artists that he at least knew of, like Elvis Presley or Bob Dylan, whom he had heard of only once from a friend. Even though at least a quarter of the school we were in didn’t know who Bob Dylan is, I got to work on a classic rock playlist as soon as I got home. It had practically everything you could ever imagine on there. Roughly 3,000 songs by the basic artists I love, and some by bands and artists that I know, but don’t really like. I sent Floyd another Instagram message asking for his number, and he responded in about a minute flat. I sent him the link to the classic rock playlist, which I named “Beatles Not Included,” just to dignify that there were no songs by The Beatles in this playlist, but the solo music by the members were put on the list. I got a response about two minutes later. “I’ll listen to it later.” It was the first time that Floyd would use that sentence towards me, and he would use it whenever I sent him a link to a newspaper article about a new Beatles statue being unveiled or something like that. He used the sentence for the rest of his life, but as time went on, he used the phrase less and less.

That’s all I’ve got for now, and I will inform you when I have something new.

 

-Dez