Showing posts with label St. Louis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. Louis. Show all posts

Sunday, May 11, 2008

My Chemical Romance - The Pageant - St Louis 5/3/2008


"You people have no idea how hard it is to stand up here in front of all of you with a zipper that won’t stay up." Not exactly what you expect to hear during a rock show from Gerard Way, lead singer of rock darlings My Chemical Romance. Here's a kid from Jersey who didn’t make it as an artist so decides to start a band (yes, MCR was a plan B, if you can believe it) subsequently and after a lot of hard touring becomes the lead singer of one of the most successful rock bands around. They've gained respect from peers, gotten kudos as well as career advice from Dave Grohl (maybe not so much eyeliner) and are admired by kids, tweens, teenagers and adults. Not everyone has the chutzpah to do this. Not everyone has the ability to make grown frat boys take off their shirt and twirl them around on command or do jazz hands like he did at Warped in ’05, back when they weren’t even THAT successful yet. Not everyone can order a swelling audience of hundreds in a Chicago summer day move back from the stage en masse on the count of three. I have seen Gerard do those very things. Read further and I’ll explain why I think besides making amazing music, they are so loved by so many different kinds of people.
Saturday night, I’m at The Pageant watching MCR at one of their last Black Parade performances. I’m standing in the photo pit watching the rock stars that J and I have kind of watched grow up (yeah, I feel like we did), explode onto the stage KILLING it. The lead singer with the cheek bones off which everything hangs, strikes a triumphant pose right above me. I’m in heaven. I cannot believe this shy nail-biter J and I met at the Oasis show in 2005 is emanating such power to his sold out audience and I’m able to see it all close-up. I’ve photographed a HIM show or two and now there’s a lead singer who has his audience eating out of his hand, but Gerard Way...there’s no comparison to his energetic charisma. I've seen these guys several times and every time is like the first. He’s working the audience, he’s looking at everyone’s eyes, he’s shaking his hips, he’s screaming at the top of his lungs...then, I see him look down in horror to find that his fly is down. Right in front of a sold out Pageant. He turns around quickly, fixes the wardrobe malfunction, laughs embarrassingly at Ray Toro and then keeps going without missing a beat. Throughout the night, that zipper was going to keep going as well. Down, that is. These moments are what my former coworker A would have called “Bridget Jones moments.” Quite true. In an instant, Gerard Way, without even trying, found himself breaking down the barrier between rock star artifice and the common man who must suffer embarrassing experiences. Without trying, Gerard and his band not only tell you they know what it’s like to not always be a winner, but occasionally show you. It’s an extremely endearing quality that characterizes the quintet from New Jersey (can't forget Chicagoan drummer, Bob Bryar). To me, while the music hits you like a bullet (through a flock of doves- yes I went there), what makes them so attractive to people is the fact that they deliver a show with an unassuming, genuine love of the artform. They're performing onstage to connect with you (and yes, to save your life- though I'm so sick of hearing that). Every person in that venue, a 30-something corporate chick, a mom, a dad, a jock, or just some drunk midwesterner, felt connected to that band that night. As long as I've followed these guys, they've genuinely connected to a lot of people, be it through music, through interviews, or excellent showmanship. Not everyone's into the black-clad look, but for whatever reason will find something evocative in the music or the performance. MCR work it, and they work it well.
Despite the embarrassing wardrobe malfunction, Gerard made light of it and the band continued on to complete a 2+ hour set that included b-sides and crowd favorites with as much energy as when they were still hungry- which was not that long ago. St. Louisans are always a great audience and they gave it right back.


















Set list:
This is How I Disappear
Dead!
Cemetery Drive
Give ‘Em Hell, Kid
My Way Home is Through You (B-side Famous Last Words)
The Black Parade
I Don’t Love You
House of Wolves
Never Told You What I Do For a Living
Heaven (B-side Welcome to the Black Parade)
Mama
You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison
Headfirst for Halos
Kill All Your Friends (B-side FLW)
I’m Not Okay
Teenagers
Famous Last Words
Cancer
__________
Desert Song (from Life on the Murder Scene)
Desolation Row (Bob Dylan cover)
Helena


Illustrating my point of their relatability to many, the audience consisted of a potpourri of onlookers. In the pit were teenagers, whose worried mothers and fathers peppered the outskirts of the area looking for signs of their kids. Very soon I saw a lot of parent-looking people waving their arms and yelling the songs out as well... I saw a female fan who had painted X’s on her eyes like Frank Iero used to do a few years ago. There was a regular schmo who practically sang every line of Cancer in my ear. Behind us were two men, one 6’4” guy who wore a Chicago Cubs baseball cap and another shorter version of his kind who sported a permanent beer and a cigarette- both looked as though they had rolled out of a baseball game and happened to find themselves inside a Tim Burton musical. For some reason, it reminded me of a story J told me about her husband H and his army buddies- how one night they had a pass to go to the movies and paid money to see A Nightmare Before Christmas not realizing what it was. Soon I realized they knew exactly where they were. One of them sang every word from every Black Parade song and the other sang every word to Helena TO his friend, who had closed his eyes and disappeared into his repressed imagination.
This last leg of tour will precede a two year break, apparently, which is disappointing, but I think we all get it. Gerard introduced Helena with a request that we all do something creative we love- start a band, write something, or draw, etc. Sweetheart, you’ll never know how much of an inspiration you were to J and me 3 years ago... UNBELIEVABLE-K

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Love and Marriage in St. Louis


Well, two friends of mine tied the knot in St. Louis last weekend and a bunch of us from Huntsville drove up to take part in the celebration. I didn’t expect to tear up as often as I did, but then I realized what a milestone this was. I’ve known the groom for 8-9 years and he is my frequent Starbucks companion. The bride was a dear friend when we worked together in St. Louis and I will always wonder if we were indeed related due to some rather uncanny similarities in our lives. I was around when they started dating and watched them grow into the couple they are now. Their first song as a married couple? “Real Love” by John Lennon. Perfect.
Anyway, many of the international guests, who came from the Philippines, UK, Germany, Africa, and the American South were University of Alabama alumni (including the groom) and at some point almost everyone sang along to “Sweet Home Alabama” on the dance floor. Surreal, but fun as hell.-K

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Mississippi Nights 1979-2007

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I must have been living in a cave because I just found out that Mississippi Nights is closing its doors. According to what I've read, the building will be demolished and replaced by a parking lot for Pinnacle Casino, the same company that operated the venue's lease. The owners hope to reopen the venue in a midtown location.

Since 1979, Mississippi Nights had featured a variety of acts that included Willie Nelson, Red Hot Chili Peppers, X, B.B. King, The Killers, and recently Wolfmother. It was the first place I ever saw a concert in St. Louis. Despite constantly looking over my shoulder as I walked out onto the cobblestone streets of LaClede's Landing, the venue was an attraction because it had some of the best acoustics a small place could offer. And, no matter where you stood you could see the stage (very important!). It will certainly be missed.

The venue's final concert was last night and was billed as a jam session for the best St. Louis bands of the last 30 years. -K

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Several Words and A Question Why

I have been consumed with building a very exciting fall '06 concert schedule for myself. Tonight, it's still looking great, but it's not as phenomenal as, say, ten days ago.

Last Tuesday night I sat down to purchase my ticket for HIM’s St. Louis date for their Fall ’06 tour. It would have been my third for this tour: Chicago, Kansas City, then St. Louis. It wasn’t a dream that I had until it became possible, but I was focused on making the final transaction. That’s when I saw that my hometown show was canceled. Devastating!

Then, Wednesday morning I woke up to find this notification:

"Hello, this is Ticketmaster Customer Service with an important alert for your upcoming event. HIM, scheduled at MEMORIAL HALL on SATURDAY
NOVEMBER 4, 2006, at 6:00 PM, has been cancelled.

Your credit card will automatically be credited the ticket price and
convenience charges, and should post to your account within 7 to 10
business days. Please note, the $4.60 per order processing fee and any
ticket Fast or UPS delivery charges are non-refundable."

WHOA! Hello! Don’t I have a say in this! Don’t be so rushed to refund me bitches! Wait. OK, I’ll take the $50 back, but can’t we at least talk about this?

I hate to use this dramatic metaphor, but the dates scheduled after 10/31, the original end of the tour, began dropping like flies during the course of the week. As of now there have still been no official announcements from the band. This makes me think it’s a contractual issue between the tour manager and the venues. But I don’t know. I sure have been thinking about it a lot, though. My multiple theories ran from the very possible contractual issues to a scheduled stint in rehab (ok, suddenly I’m seeing myself on some cop show in front of a white board listing my theories and possible suspects as though trying to solve a crime). As of tonight I’ve closed the case. I can’t think about it anymore. At least I still have my Chicago date where I can look for Dan and frolic with other fans in our natural habitat. -K

P.S. I went to see Jackass 2 today. It was better than the first movie, though the boys seem to be more aware of their mortality (well, we are all getting older, aren’t we). Luke Wilson and Ville Valo make cameo appearances. Bam, that greenish/grayish muslin scarf looks very familiar. You wear it well, babe.