Tip of the Iceburg

I haven't written in way too long.

I know I keep saying that. If I don't do something about it, I won't be able to keep my two fans glued ooey-blewy to the screen....

Things in my life have been super busy. My weeks have become that long stretch of time between shows. Last weekend was two nights of Oysterhead. The Berkeley-Greek show on Friday, then a quick trip down to La-La land for my first and possibly only night at the Hollywood Palladium. The weekend before was a jaunt down to LA to hang with some friends and then Bridge School Benefit on Sunday. The weekend before that was another nifty Berkeley-Greek experience, Live Widespread Panic.

I feel like a fiend! I flew down to Los Angeles for an incredible night of my favorite artists getting down and funky.

Wow. Just WOW.

I'm rambling.

Let me start at Friday. *grin*

I took a sick day off work. Slept in late. Woke up easy, made some food and phone calls, generally chilled around my apartment. Ended up leaving for the Greek around 3 or so. Made a pit-stop at the drugstore and picked up some goodies. Cough drops, Altoids, and water, what more could a gal need? I meandered my way up through the Berkeley campus reading Murakami's "Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World". When I got to the top of the hill, just outside the theater, I found a nice little sunny patch and tried to continue reading. But... I could hardly contain my excitement!! I checked my clock... *still* 3 hours until the show... *and* about 1-1.5 until they'd let us in. Anxious, I chatted with the other folk in line to pass time.

Some kid named "Skinny" who was all tweeked out on something or other rambled about skateboarding and drugs for about 20 minutes before leaping off to chase some other gal. The mellow straight edged, non-day job holding, ex-dead-head talked about all the great shows he's been to in his time... The neurotic taper dude complaining about taking his gear through airport security...

Finally, after moving the line around, searching the bags, etc, they let us in. I bee-lined for the little stairs opposite the stage. I took over three of them, about 4 or 5 up from the floor. Awesome view. High enough up to be able to see over the crowd, close enough to see the intricate fingering of guitar and bass, far enough away to see the light show. Wow. I don't think I've *ever* had better seats at a show. :) well, at least not *up* to Friday.

While reserving space, I met this guy Peter who is friends with the folk who run the "foundation." Silly phish types. He was ranting about the band and how cool it was before it was cool. Mmmm, hardcore! I think I'm getting more comfortable in "the scene". When I went to the first Trey show in the July... I was kind of weirded out by the "silly phish types". Not that I've stopped thinking that they are silly, I'm just more comfy with the fact. I think going to ... maybe ... a dozen shows at the Greek over the course of one summer will do that to a person.

Z... Z... Z... (waiting)

Brian showed up first... then Rich, AJ, and Anna... Jason. Andrew and Ira showed up just before Oysterhead started.

The North Mississippi All-Stars opened. Pretty good. Country rock-ish. They reminded me a little bit of Widespread Panic. Kind of bluesy, kind of twangie, kind of rockie... The drummer was awesome. No Stewart Copeland, mind you, but very cool. :) Pounded on those drums like the world was comin' to an end.

SET BREAK!

--------

Chatted with some folk during set break.

--------

When the lights dimmed, the crowd exploded. All of the bay-area Phish-types were writhing in anticipation. The "super-group" onstage! They opened up with Oz is Ever Floating... Nifty. Very nifty. I was lost in an immense sea of music and lyrics for the entirety of the show. Oysterhead ranged from delicate acoustic, to tripped out psychedelic, to hard core rock and roll... all in under two hours. I could pontificate on *each* song, but I won't bore you. Suffice to say, my favorites are still Mr.. Oysterhead, Owner of the World, Pseudo Suicide and Rubberneck Lions.

The encore was fucking cool. Les was on his whamola stick thing. Its an upright bass thing that made really neat sounds... Trey on his antler guitar... It was sweet!

Random thought: I can totally see how people could fall in love with phish. Great music... Cool lights... chill folk...

Anyway. Tomorrow, ranting about the LA show. Cool show, weird experience.

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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: He's an inspiration! Share on Facebook		2001-10-30 4:16 PM It'll pick you up when you're feelin' down! I haven't written in way too long. I know I keep saying that. If I don't do something about it, I won't be able to keep my two fans glued ooey-blewy to the screen.... Things in my life have been super busy. My weeks have become that long stretch of time between shows. Last weekend was two nights of Oysterhead. The Berkeley-Greek show on Friday, then a quick trip down to La-La land for my first and possibly only night at the Hollywood Palladium. The weekend before was a jaunt down to LA to hang with some friends and then Bridge School Benefit on Sunday. The weekend before that was another nifty Berkeley-Greek experience, Live Widespread Panic. I feel like a fiend! I flew down to Los Angeles for an incredible night of my favorite artists getting down and funky. Wow. Just WOW. I'm rambling. Let me start at Friday. grin I took a sick day off work. Slept in late. Woke up easy, made some food and phone calls, generally chilled around my apartment. Ended up leaving for the Greek around 3 or so. Made a pit-stop at the drugstore and picked up some goodies. Cough drops, Altoids, and water, what more could a gal need? I meandered my way up through the Berkeley campus reading Murakami's "Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World". When I got to the top of the hill, just outside the theater, I found a nice little sunny patch and tried to continue reading. But... I could hardly contain my excitement!! I checked my clock... still 3 hours until the show... and about 1-1.5 until they'd let us in. Anxious, I chatted with the other folk in line to pass time. Some kid named "Skinny" who was all tweeked out on something or other rambled about skateboarding and drugs for about 20 minutes before leaping off to chase some other gal. The mellow straight edged, non-day job holding, ex-dead-head talked about all the great shows he's been to in his time... The neurotic taper dude complaining about taking his gear through airport security... Finally, after moving the line around, searching the bags, etc, they let us in. I bee-lined for the little stairs opposite the stage. I took over three of them, about 4 or 5 up from the floor. Awesome view. High enough up to be able to see over the crowd, close enough to see the intricate fingering of guitar and bass, far enough away to see the light show. Wow. I don't think I've ever had better seats at a show. :) well, at least not up to Friday. While reserving space, I met this guy Peter who is friends with the folk who run the "foundation." Silly phish types. He was ranting about the band and how cool it was before it was cool. Mmmm, hardcore! I think I'm getting more comfortable in "the scene". When I went to the first Trey show in the July... I was kind of weirded out by the "silly phish types". Not that I've stopped thinking that they are silly, I'm just more comfy with the fact. I think going to ... maybe ... a dozen shows at the Greek over the course of one summer will do that to a person. Z... Z... Z... (waiting) Brian showed up first... then Rich, AJ, and Anna... Jason. Andrew and Ira showed up just before Oysterhead started. The North Mississippi All-Stars opened. Pretty good. Country rock-ish. They reminded me a little bit of Widespread Panic. Kind of bluesy, kind of twangie, kind of rockie... The drummer was awesome. No Stewart Copeland, mind you, but very cool. :) Pounded on those drums like the world was comin' to an end. SET BREAK! -------- Chatted with some folk during set break. -------- When the lights dimmed, the crowd exploded. All of the bay-area Phish-types were writhing in anticipation. The "super-group" onstage! They opened up with Oz is Ever Floating... Nifty. Very nifty. I was lost in an immense sea of music and lyrics for the entirety of the show. Oysterhead ranged from delicate acoustic, to tripped out psychedelic, to hard core rock and roll... all in under two hours. I could pontificate on each song, but I won't bore you. Suffice to say, my favorites are still Mr.. Oysterhead, Owner of the World, Pseudo Suicide and Rubberneck Lions. The encore was fucking cool. Les was on his whamola stick thing. Its an upright bass thing that made really neat sounds... Trey on his antler guitar... It was sweet! Random thought: I can totally see how people could fall in love with phish. Great music... Cool lights... chill folk... Anyway. Tomorrow, ranting about the LA show. Cool show, weird experience. Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top