Front Row Seats

I used to have a drawer full of concert T-shirts. My first one was from a Whitesnake concert (though my first concert was decidedly not attended by Whitesnake, but probably by Kenny Rogers or, more likely, Dr. Hook), and in my black and white three-quarter length sleeved t-shirt drawer, it was soon joined by the likes of Def Leppard, Anthrax, Metallica, and KISS. On top of my dresser there was a small box, inside which was a growing stack of concert tickets to commemorate those events for which I could not shell out the $20-$40 that it would cost to obtain wearable memorabilia.

As I grew older, I attempted to keep up with the concert scene, gradually getting away from the big-arena shows, and more often than not, I came away with little in the way of souvenirs. If it was a small enough act, I might come away with a CD or some silk-screened T-shirt. The smaller venues promised a more intimate show, with the odd opportunity thrown in that you might get to casually, in a non-stalker groupie weirdo way, meet the band or the artist in question (Holly McNarland, I'm looking at you and secretly swooning) after the show.

Leaving grad school and settling into a more domestic life, late late night life became less and less palatable, as it usually led to much yawning at work the next day and too often a hangover to suck up my Saturday and shorten my weekend. But I did hold true to a few artists and acts that I still look up online to see if they're still touring, or if they've kicked the bucket altogether. Too often, it's the latter. I try to keep up with new developments and keep my ear open and my notepad handy for when I hear of new artists. (Since I can't use Pandora during my workday, I don't have the benefit of finding out which artists fit into the same genre as other artists I like.)

But the music scene in this Seaside Town, I have to say, is incredible, and it was without hesistation last night that I attended my first ever house concert. We were welcomed at the door by a coworker of The Lovely Wife, whose husband is both a musician and small-scale promoter (check out the link above) -- to the night's festivities: an intimate social event that was sure to please. Armed with a bottle of wine and a slew of ham and broccoli miniature quiches, I could tell it would not disappoint, and that my $15 ticket would not be wasted.

The night's festivities included two musical sets, and countless stories by an extremely talented musician: David Myles. David will not betray his modesty, but I have a feeling has not yet come down from winning the International Songwriting Competition for folk/singer-songwriter (his winning song is linked here). The soft spoken, smooth yet soft voiced guitarist entertained his tiny crowd of 20 people for over two hours, telling stories of his experiences in china, touring alone on the road, and giving away all sorts of secrets about songwriting and ending his tangential stories with the phrase, "and here's a song that has nothing to do with that."

I have to admit, I only had a passing familiarity with his work, but I'm so glad I got to see him, and I will do all I can to help him get his music out (Oh, hi. Are you still reading? Good.) I took his second album home with me and was flabbergasted when I heard how great, but how different his songs sound with accompaniment and backup. Still, I think I'm even more impressed how he can pull off such variety and such feeling just finger-picking his guitar. In short, this guy was spectactular.

I do take issue with how he casually spoke about all my local favourites and how he's so tight with them. Bloody namedropper.
I look forward to my next opportunity to attend such an event. Perhaps this will also inspire me to go out after dark and see a few more live shows. If I can stay awake.

Oh, and I forgot to ask about a t-shirt. Damn.

Posted bythemikestand at 11:26 AM  

7 stepped up to the mike:

Megan said... 3:16 PM, April 30, 2007  

Sounds like fun. I have heard of those, but never went to one before. My first concert was Paula Abdul, opened by Boys II Men. Yeah, can you guess what year it was?

Steph said... 4:15 PM, April 30, 2007  

Dude, you have soooo got to find a sitter so you and TLW can get out to some shows!

*cough, cough* Jill and Rose sang on a recording done in my basement *cough, cough* David Myles was in my husband's studio last week *cough, cough* name dropping... you've GOT to see Jenn Grant.

cronznet said... 7:22 PM, April 30, 2007  

First concert: Paul Williams AND Olivia Newton John-wowie zowie!
Last concert: Bonnie Raitt and Keb Mo, totally worth the big-venue hassle

If you like David Myles, give Erika Luckett a listen. Met her at a house concert and have tried to make her local shows ever since.

Jen said... 7:54 PM, April 30, 2007  

Dude. How 'bout my first concert was "Men at Work"? First album purchased? "Blondie-Eat to the Beat". I ain't skeert! I'm going to check out the site, thanks for the tip! I love discovering new music!

chRistine said... 8:28 PM, April 30, 2007  

my first concert was hall and oates, with blue rodeo and blood sweat and tears opening up for them.

and hey. i saw dr hook. as an adult. in an arena. filled with pot. i puked, there was so much second-hand-pot. but wow, for geezers? what a night.

Woman with kids said... 5:27 PM, May 01, 2007  

I love Pandora. And sadly? My first concert was New Kids On The Block, followed by MC Hammer.

canadian sadie said... 9:49 PM, May 01, 2007  

I'm LOVING the Mo Berg! 'You've got the problems of an adult on your head and on your shoulders--you're an adult now!'

Go Mike. :)

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