As we all waited in line to go into the concert there was a thrill of excitement in the air. I was standing there with two of my friends when we saw a few other people we knew. " Hey, come over here!" I bellowed. Three tall gothic boys slouched over to us. As we were talking the line started to move in an uneasy shuffle. We neared the entrance, where a tall bouncer with a voice that rumbled like thunder was standing. He asked for our tickets and in unison we passed them to him. He checked our tickets, nodded a curt nod and let us through. The only light in the room came from onstage and there were only about 20 people in the mosh pit. Surrounding the mosh pit were metal bars, then a few steps. To the back there was a balcony curving around the room and then under that there were all the merchandising stalls. We wandered into the mosh pit; we were only a few metres away from the stage. There was a hum of voices as more people filed in. After 15 minutes people were starting to get frustrated because nothing was happening. Suddenly there was activity onstage and the lights dimmed the first support band, Slam Cartel came on. The mosh pit went wild, jumping, pushing and head-banging. In all this chaos I suddenly felt out of breath, we all clambered out of the pit and onto the steps. One of my friends kept asking me if I was ok and I said that I felt really out of breath and had a sharp pain in my chest. We came to the conclusion that I had probably cracked a rib. Surprisingly it didn't actually hurt that much! By this time Slam Cartel had finished their set. After a few minutes we went over to merchandising stand and Slam Cartel ... ... middle of paper ... ...ore energy and power. Through out the whole night I kept that energy. By the twelfth song, which was the last I still could feel the atmosphere, the pride and the gratitude. We were just happy to be in their presence. For the last song the whole crowd moved together in a bizarre, alternative dance. When it came to the chorus, Dave stopped singing and everyone in the room sung the chorus back. I felt the unity with everyone in that room although I hardly knew any of them. The song ended. The night was over. Dave thanked us and smiled. "I love all of you! Remember that you are your own person and no one could ever change that." He walked offstage. The first people started leaving the hall. I looked at my friends and grinned. The night was one to be remembered I thought to myself as we left the concert and went outside.
would say that all went well. After being better familiarized with the bands' music, I
Phish has inherited the legacy of the Grateful Dead. A responsibility that includes: playing a different set every night, constant jamming and experimenting. Phish is trailed across the country by adoring fans that think their heroes can do no wrong. What makes them so special is that their music winds together. It is full of freedom and happiness. Their lyrics are totally original; they have this weird way of looking at the world and when they express this in their songs it takes you to a whole different level of thinking.
If you feel chest pains, shortness of breath, or uncommon heart beats, get medical attention instantly. If any of these complications occur, you'll need to be hospitalized for extra
...ength in themselves and their love of jazz fusion music. The last song of the night played was their hit single, “Free the Toronto Nine”. Each musician had their own solo that kept true to the original song, but with fresh improvisation that created this incredible tune. This song has it all, swing feel, syncopation, improvisation, and enticing the rise and fall, but with a dramatic and modernized twist that just leaves you wanted more. This tune was definitely my favorite song of the night.
A.B. presented to the emergency department (ED) complaining of severe substernal chest pain that lasted for four hours and that he described as “crushing”. He reported that the pain radiated to his neck and jaw. Additionally, the patient was experiencing shortness of breath (SOB).
To some, December 6, 1969 may not hold any particular significance. To Rolling Stones front man Mick Jagger, however, it’s remembered as the day the sixties suffered a tragic death. Irrational bikers and terrified fans were not a part of Jagger’s vision when him and his bandmates organized a free concert at California’s Altamont Speedway. Despite incessant warnings that a concert of such a large magnitude was not the best idea, the Stones went ahead with it in light of criticism they’d received regarding their ticket prices being too high. They’d performed for overflow audiences without incident in major cities before, but this crowd of 300,000 was different. A total of four births and four deaths were the result of that evening, one of which was a homicide. The stabbing of Meredith Hunter by Hell’s Angel Alan Passaro happened to be captured on film, and is now the climax of the legendary rock n’ roll documentary Gimme Shelter. Larger cultural discourses shape the way non-fiction narratives are told, and the only entity larger than the notion of disaster within the film is the notion of Jagger as a celebrity. In the words of Amanda Howell, “Jagger's ‘double self’ literally takes center stage in Gimme Shelter. On the one hand, Jagger embodies the freedom, expressivity and hedonism of the countercultural movement, while on the other he appears adept in his relation to "straight" society.” In addition to this “double self,” Jagger can also be described as a commodity in the eyes of his adoring fans. What happened at Altamont was, in a sense, an explosion of tensions that had built up over the sixties; an explosion which Gimme Shelter depicts Mick Jagger to have been shielded from as a result of his three façades.
The Laidlaw Preforming Arts Center held a Wind Ensemble for the students of South Alabama. In this program there were a various Romantic style pieces which are listed on the program stapled to the back of this paper. Each piece of music shows a series of different styles, and the student band does so well with each. As the concert is coming to the end student conductors begin to conduct the pieces, and they all do a wonderful job.
Morton Gould’s Spirituals for Orchestra takes the listener through an entire range of emotions. In the beginning of the first section, “Proclomation”, the strings have a tenacious and unyielding quality about them between the more severe blasts of the snare drum. The music then transitions to an alternation between the violins and cellos. Though in this transition the music is quieter, there is a mood of anger or pain throughout the section.
On Wednesday, May 23rd, I attended the College Choir concert in the Reamer Campus Center. The choir performed a variety of songs, ranging from pieces in Latin to traditional American folksongs. Two of the pieces featured solos, and one even featured percussion instruments. Mrs. Elinore Farnum provided piano accompaniment for each of the songs, and performed beautifully. I was extremely impressed by the talented choir members and their ability to sing such a varied range of songs.
For this concert report I chose to go to a performance of student composers held at the Kimball Recital Hall. I chose this one because I wanted to see some of the talent that my peers have in the music realm, and also it was one of the only concerts I have been able to attend because I usually work at night. It was impressive to hear pieces composed by students. I cannot imagine creating something as complex as a musical composition, much less actually performing it, so this aspect of the concert was particularly awe-inspiring. There was a large attendance, and I think that much of the audience consisted of friends of the composers and/or performers. I went with three friends, who I convinced by telling it would be interesting to see student composers.
As soon as I walked into the room and identified just whom I was going to be talking
The day started off pretty normal, well, besides the fact that we had all stayed in a house with nothing but an old Nintendo system and a couple of lawn chairs. We went to breakfast at Denny's, after which we made our way to Denver, the site of the day's big event. On our way to my cousin's apartment, we drove by the multi million-dollar complex. It had a huge billboard that said "Summer Sanitarium." To my surprise, I kind of got a nervous feeling. Why? I do not know. We proceeded to my cousin's apartment where the entire group conglomerated in preparation of the concert. We had a large group of people that consisted of Carter, Josh, Seth, Sam and his two brothers, Tim, Kim, Eric, my brother me and. While waiting for the right time to arrive at the event, we had the radio turned to a station that was playing Metallica in honor of their presence in Denver.
Woodstock was a three day music festival famously known for “peace and music” it happened August 15 to August 18, 1969 It was held at a 600 acre farm Bethel, New York in the Catskill Mountains. The festival created massive traffic jams and extreme shortages of food, water, and medical and sanitary facilities, it is still known today to be one of the biggest concerts in history. Woodstock drew 400,000 young people including a man named TJ Eck who was 28 at the time and had a thrive for music, Woodstock was the perfect place for him. “I decided to go to Woodstock as I had been a rock and roll keyboardist and singer, and from what I had heard, this was going to be a real "happening", as they used to say. Many of the performers that were supposed to be there were top notch.” He was very iffy on going though since at the time he had a two year old daughter who needed constant attention but his wife insisted that it would be a great experience. So “I piled into Bob's station wagon to drive up to "Yasgurs Farm" in NY state.” and they were on their way!
When the final song was over and Jars of Clay was off the stage, the lights abruptly came on. Everyone started to leave the theatre. I still wanted to hear more of their music, but just as they had come out they then left in the same way. My adrenaline was still on a high point even as we got to our vehicles.
After the show had ended, I felt slightly empty. I had waited years and months for that night, and it was over in the blink of an eye. Although I was sad that the show was over, I felt completely content. Now, when I hear their songs, I get to remember what it felt like to hear the band perform them live. I can watch the videos and try to wrap my mind around how it was real. Going to my first concert was an unparalleled experience that I will always cherish. The ambiance, the band’s performance and the unity the audience