Had the opportunity to go to the Dr. Dog concert on Saturday Sept.13th and I have to say I was impressed. With the release of Dr. Dog's album, B-Room, I've become a recent member of the dog pound. I arrived late roamed around eating and missed all of the warmup acts. Talked to more than a few folks at the concert and it appears it was my loss for the feedback was all positive.
With the band hailing from West Grove, Pa. the concert felt a bit like a home coming. There were some 5000 very enthusiastic, knowledgeable and loyal fans in attendance. In 2002 Dr. Dog released Toothbrush, so they have been around. The vast majority of the crowd this night were 20 somethings who knew ever word to every song. Thank God the rain passed and the sky cleared for the Skyline Stage is an out door setting. The weather and the mood of the crowd was joyous and it was indeed an fine night for the what turned out to be a stellar concert.
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The energy was flowing both ways and Dr. Dog launched into “ My Old Ways.” The response was immediate. The dancing, singing and clapping started and continued the entire concert!! The way I look at a concert is, did the fans have a good time, did they get into it and did the band reciprocate? Yes, I saw, felt and got into what tuned into 24 or so songs of high energy live
concerts in my lifetime, so I had never had an experience like this. The other band,
The voice of Terry Kay relays to his readers a story of life through death in this short novel, To Dance With the White Dog. This novelist writes the story of an elderly man, recently widowed and dealing with everyday occurrences while also battling the inevitable effects of old age. Sam Peek, the elderly main character, tends to get fed up with his overprotective family. During this, Peek begins seeing a white dog that no one else seems to be able to see. Although Peek's family thinks he's losing his mind, in the end the dog turns out to be very real and even seems to everyone as if it were sent there just to take care of the old man.
On Thursday night, the stage at Birdys was adorned with oriental rugs, candles, and vases of flowers to create ambiance. It was nice, but they wouldn’t have needed it, the music spoke for itself. They played songs from two of their albums, Good Dog Bad Dog, but mostly their latest, Ohio. This album is the one that drew the crowd ...
Being at the show definitely didn't make me feel like an outsider. I've listen to heavy metal for a long time and have been to many concerts. Even knowing that some heavy metal music is not talented or insightful, this concert was very much both talented and insightful. In-between two songs the singer of Slipknot stopped to comment on hate crimes in American since September 11. He explained that we need to punish the ones who perform the acts of September 11 and not innocent Americans. That to me was very insightful, mostly because it was coming from someone hows music is as violent as Slipknot. It shows they still have a heart. By passing this message, he could possibly changes someone's views and/or save someone's life. The show was also musicial inspiring, and I found myself with goose bumps, numerious times thoughout the night.
...xcited to have this experience. Part of the drama of the concert at first is felt when the musicians come in and sit down and begin tuning up their instruments. I would not be able to comment on the performance of the orchestra. During the performance, I seen the audience were moving with the music, but I felt like that everyone seems knows more music than what I learned throughout this semester. After I went home and did some of the research on these music I finally understand why these people like to attend the orchestra concerto, it was because that every piece of music has a history behind it. The Los Angeles audience seemed to me to be people who know music and who will listen to something new in a respectful way. All the same, when the more familiar sounds of the last piece were heard, I could feel a little sense of relaxation and fun coming into the room.
...age and plugged up his guitar. He, then, went backstage and came back on with a music sheet stand in his hand. He set it down in front of his chair. I loved the beat and the rhythm of his song. It was loud and I could tell that he was singing, but was not loud enough for me to understand the words. He seemed to be playing the whole time with his eyes closed. Next, was Misty by Erroll Garner from the Golden Era ,being played by Jordan Felix on the guitar. It was nice and slow. The very last song was about four minutes long. It was Careless Whisper by George Michael, pop singer, being played by four people. Terrion Peete was on piano, Bryant Powell was on bass, Jillane Ostlund was vocals, and James Ostlund was percussion. This had to be my favorite act of the whole concert. It was nice and fast with a good rhythm. The lyrics were clear. The song was sung with passion.
Before the invention of written language that enabled the creation of book technology, the spoken word was the leading edge of communication. Spoken epic poetry such as the Iliad and Odyssey, the Anglo-Saxon Beowulf, and the Sumerian Epic of Gilgamesh was the content of the speech medium. These epics were created as spoken pieces, and because listeners lacked an alphabet to commodify them (separate them from their performance), the tales had to be heard and experienced first-hand.
The concert that I attended last Friday was an interesting one where I got to have some new experiences and learn about classical music.
Although the technical difficulties caused a delay, the whole night came together quite nicely. This concert experience definitely raised the bar for all future concert experiences! Helping set up the concert really set a good tone for the night as we worked our way through club soda explosions, cookie smashing, and grape dropping.
The atmosphere of the crowd was amazing.
While most of the audience members seemed to enjoy the show, the atmosphere was not outwardly energetic or lively. Most songs attracted polite applause but no raucous cheering. This could potentially be due to the demographics of the audience; most attendees either seemed to be college students somehow connected to the charity cause or families seeking some entertainment for the evening. There seemed to be very few devoted fans of either band in attendance. Very few people were dancing, even though both bands encouraged the audience to get up and move around.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
I attended a concert that was a piano trio. The instruments were obviously a piano, a cello, and a violin. The concert was done by two adults and one student. The student played the cello. The concert was held here on Oklahoma State's campus at Willard Hall. The room it was held in was a relatively small room. It wasn't a real concert hall it was more of a small kind of parlor room. Piano trios are meant for smaller audiences, so it worked out well. There was about 30 people in the room attending the performance. The music played was from different musical areas. The smaller setting made it easier to focus on the musicians and what all they were doing when playing these songs.
I had never really been to a big concert that had a well-known band. A couple of weeks before the concert I got some information about it, but really didn't think much of it. I talked with some friends about the band and we all casually decided to go get tickets for it. Little did I know what an absolutely spectacular time I would have.
Then audience members who were perfect strangers who were screaming loudest would turn to each other with knowing glances and smile because they were sharing the same excitement and connecting with one another over their love of this man’s music. There was no pushing or shoving to get closer to the stage – it wasn’t that kind of crowd. Instead, there was mutual respect for one another’s space within the confines of the too-small venue. Nobody wanted to be the person who ruined it for someone else. It was this respect that made the audience members’ connections with one another that much stronger – we were all here to listen to this wonderful man’s music and see his performance – and, of course, we were here to enjoy it.