railenthe: (Pirate!)
railenthe ([personal profile] railenthe) wrote2009-03-26 02:15 pm

Yeow! Holy Crap, I'm still a little hyped from the concert

So last night there was this concert in town, this artist named Boney James (Dude, if you don't already know who he is then I think that it is a good idea to hit Last.fm right about now).  It marks the first time that I've gotten to actually see him live and in person.  I've heard him live before, on special radio broadcasts on the internet and a few radio shows that we don't get in this area anymore on account of losing our local smooth jazz station.  But this was the first time that I got to see the man LIVE.

Holy crap, what a showman.  I never thought that someone carrying that much metal around could be so mobile on stage.  The music was only half of the fun, with the show that he and his band put on while they played.  At one point he actually went offstage and took the playing to the middle of the pit, around the edges of the pit, onto the tables out in the audience…I mean, damn man!  I bet the only reason he didn't hop up onto the bar and play was because the ceiling around that area was entirely too low—that or the bartenders just wouldn't stand for that.   Either way, THAT was hysterical.

And to think that this was the first show promoting his new album~!  That means that I totally just went to the opening show of a new tour~!

During the concert it was all that I could do to keep from going "SQUEE" as loudly as my lungs would allow.  I mean, come on, I've been a fan of the man since before I would have even been let into most of the concert venues that he plays at!  And getting to see him live~  well, please allow me a litlte silly heel kick as I jump into the air right now.

Even the opening act was amazing, a band called Bach to the Future.  (insert rim shot here)  Their schtick was classical music—usually Bach, though Beethoven crept in during the last number—and putting a spin on it of different styles.  Some of it wound up sounding very Castlevania, some of it sounding very Sonic the Hedgehog; the last act, though?  Beethoven meets…Carlos Santana.  Genius, I tell you.

My next stop?  Finding out what the next concert in town winds up being, and trying to get my mitts on tickets for that one, too, even if I have to live on nothing but rice with nothing on it for the next couple of weeks to be able to pull it off!