04-15-2010, 01:54 PM
<!--quoteo(post=89286:date=Apr 14 2010, 08:42 PM:name=jstraw)-->QUOTE (jstraw @ Apr 14 2010, 08:42 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}><!--quotec--><!--quoteo(post=89283:date=Apr 14 2010, 08:22 PM:name=veryzer)--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (veryzer @ Apr 14 2010, 08:22 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}><!--quotec--><!--quoteo(post=88856:date=Apr 14 2010, 01:00 PM:name=Butcher)--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (Butcher @ Apr 14 2010, 01:00 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}><!--quotec-->I haven't been to a ton of shows like some of you guys.
Radiohead at Grant Park a few years ago was pretty amazing.
The first concert I went to was Rolling Stones up in Wisconsin for the Steel Wheels tour. Supposedly their farewell tour.
The best hip-hop show I've seen was Cypress Hill/House of Pain/Funkdoobiest. I think that was '94 or '95.
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I was at that Rolling Stones show, or at least one of them. It had rained for a week prior and the lawn seats were a literal mud slide.
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Was that show at Alpine? I've witnessed the literal mudslide there. One of my favorite runs of Dead shows were the '89 shows there and it pissed rain the first couple of days. We were under the roof so it was tolerable though the first night I was tripping really hard and they made no effort to organize the parking at all and the farm field/lot might as well have been a kid dumping his hot wheels on the carpet. By thee AM we still hadn't found the car in ankle deep mud and relentless rain. Hours of searching and ground you couldn't sit down on. I finally sat on a vacant folding chair outside a tent. An occupant of an adjacent tent stuck his head out to tell me his tent was vacant and that I could use it. I told him I was too muddy and couldn't. He insisted so I got to lie down for a bit. 30 minutes later my buddy came back to tell me he'd found the car. We were so muddy the rented Ford Tempo was trashed inside. We had to take our shoes to a car wash the next day. I vowed that the only way I would go back the second night was with the means to draw a map, triangulating the car's position to landmarks. Of course, the next night we lucked into rock star parking right on the main drive, right across from the entrance pavilion. It rained more the second night but not the third. As for the mudslide...half-naked hippies were literally using the side hills as slides and the main lawn was all mud...turf completely dislodged. It looked like a war zone. It was especially daunting to consider they had the Who coming in two days later. Coolest part of the third night was Jerry on stage well over ah hour before the show just to hear how the first iteration of Rosebud with midi on board sounded through the PA...those of us in early got to hear him play oboe and trumpet solos with his brand new toy.
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Yep, similar story. Alpine Valley, tripping ass (among other things), and trudging through the parking lot looking for the limo. The driver waited for us at the wrong exit, realized his mistake and came to the right entrance, but by then we had walked to the wrong entrance, walked back and found the limo. We were covered in mud. We trashed that car.
The concert itself was mediocre at best. The highlight for me was watching "The Wall" in the limo, tripping. I would have been happier just staying in the car.
Radiohead at Grant Park a few years ago was pretty amazing.
The first concert I went to was Rolling Stones up in Wisconsin for the Steel Wheels tour. Supposedly their farewell tour.
The best hip-hop show I've seen was Cypress Hill/House of Pain/Funkdoobiest. I think that was '94 or '95.
Andrew Bird at the Old Town School of Folk Music was pretty great.<!--QuoteEnd--><!--QuoteEEnd-->
I was at that Rolling Stones show, or at least one of them. It had rained for a week prior and the lawn seats were a literal mud slide.
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Was that show at Alpine? I've witnessed the literal mudslide there. One of my favorite runs of Dead shows were the '89 shows there and it pissed rain the first couple of days. We were under the roof so it was tolerable though the first night I was tripping really hard and they made no effort to organize the parking at all and the farm field/lot might as well have been a kid dumping his hot wheels on the carpet. By thee AM we still hadn't found the car in ankle deep mud and relentless rain. Hours of searching and ground you couldn't sit down on. I finally sat on a vacant folding chair outside a tent. An occupant of an adjacent tent stuck his head out to tell me his tent was vacant and that I could use it. I told him I was too muddy and couldn't. He insisted so I got to lie down for a bit. 30 minutes later my buddy came back to tell me he'd found the car. We were so muddy the rented Ford Tempo was trashed inside. We had to take our shoes to a car wash the next day. I vowed that the only way I would go back the second night was with the means to draw a map, triangulating the car's position to landmarks. Of course, the next night we lucked into rock star parking right on the main drive, right across from the entrance pavilion. It rained more the second night but not the third. As for the mudslide...half-naked hippies were literally using the side hills as slides and the main lawn was all mud...turf completely dislodged. It looked like a war zone. It was especially daunting to consider they had the Who coming in two days later. Coolest part of the third night was Jerry on stage well over ah hour before the show just to hear how the first iteration of Rosebud with midi on board sounded through the PA...those of us in early got to hear him play oboe and trumpet solos with his brand new toy.
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Yep, similar story. Alpine Valley, tripping ass (among other things), and trudging through the parking lot looking for the limo. The driver waited for us at the wrong exit, realized his mistake and came to the right entrance, but by then we had walked to the wrong entrance, walked back and found the limo. We were covered in mud. We trashed that car.
The concert itself was mediocre at best. The highlight for me was watching "The Wall" in the limo, tripping. I would have been happier just staying in the car.
Wang.