Paul Rodgers. The man, the legend.
First off, I have no voice--or else I'd have immediately come home and made a voice post. No, I can't carry a tune in a bucket, but honestly, it didn't matter. The WHOLE crowd sang along, and Paul encouraged it (letting us sing the choruses of a couple songs).
And I just have to say: That was the best concert I have EVER been to. Far and away better than Def Leppard, Prince, BadCo (without Paul), Black Crowes, Gov't Mule, Jimmy Buffet, Jethro Tull, Hank Williams Jr., and all of the acts at the 3-day 1995 Music Midtown Fesival in Atlanta.** (I think that's all the concerts I've been to.)
Srsly, I have no idea how Paul can look a million times better than he ever did as a youngster (OMFG those leather pants! And those ARMS!), and sound BETTER than he ever has on any record.
To quote Paul Stanley, of KISS: "Paul Rodgers still has the voice that others are measured by and aspire to be compared to."
Or Brian May, of Queen: "Simply the greatest Rock/Blues singer alive."
I couldn't have said it better myself.
So I was a good girl, and stayed in/on/in front of my assigned seat (and what an awesome seat it was considering how late in the game I got my ticket)...well, at the beginning anyway. See, I've heard that Paul will do at least one, sometimes two, encores. So, when a bunch of people in front of me, in the more expensive reserved seating (seriously, I was TWO rows back from the EXPENSIVE seats to begin with!), started leaving after the "set" was done and the lights came on...I climbed over the people to the left of me and headed toward the middle aisle--and started pushing my way forward.
When the band came back on, I think I was about 10 rows back. I didn't think the sound was as good that close, but OMFG--I didn't care because I was that much closer.
And srsly, he's even hotter up close!! And that accent is TO DIE FOR! (bug = accent whore)
So, they played two songs...and then the lights came on all across the arena. But I wasn't convinced it was over. So, more people leave and I shove myself in closer (and you just gotta love guys that are way taller than you letting you insinuate yourself in front of them, and help propel you with their big, burly arms).
Now, I am standing in the aisle, at about the fifth row, with a whole bunch of other people who basically said "fuck the seating," and chanting "ONE MORE SONG!"
And they came back out again! The crowd erupts into DEAFENING screams, and they play two more songs.
Paul makes sure to give props to the band, and to the roadies, and then they link arm and arm and do one of those group bows.
At this point, most everyone thinks its over--except for the die hards up front. Of which, yes, I am one. We stay put, chanting and screaming and screaming and chanting and OMFG! THEY COME OUT AND DO ANOTHER ENCORE!!!
Two more songs, then the lights everywhere are up...but something told me not to leave. So, while a ton of people are stampeding in the aisle, I climb over the back of some chairs (mind you, I was wearing a skirt...and couldn't really give a shit), up to the FRONT ROW--right in front of the microphone--and wait.
Suddenly the lights dim completely, and Paul comes out with his guitar to sing a spot-lighted, one-man version of "Seagull." Yes, I was in tears by this point; after all, it IS my second fav BadCo song. And if my arms were only 8 inches longer, I could have touched him. I was THAT close. As it was, I kept my hand up, reaching for him, hoping he'd lean down...but alas, no.
However, when it was all said and done (and after pestering "Mr. Roadie Man" incessantly as they straightened the stage)...I DID GET HIS PLAYLIST.
HIS.
PAUL'S.
The one at his feet all night; the one he looked at to know what song was next (see, the tape is still attached)!
And it's a good thing, too. Yeah, I wrote down the songs as they played them; but I when I got home, I realized I cannot read most of it. Hey, it was dark and my hand was shaking with excitement--what did I expect?
Here's what they played:
Rock and Roll Fantasy
Good Lovin' Gone Bad
Running With The Pack
I Just Want To See You Smile
Louisana Blues (OMG MUDDY WATERS!!)
Feel Like Making Love (Yes, I cried and waxed nostalgic about long lost love and first kisses)
Radioactive
Satisfaction Guaranteed (OMG Could he have MADE that song sound any more sexual?)
Little Wing (Jimi Hendrix Tribute!!)
South Summit (Original Song by Guitarist Howard Leese)
Wishing Well
Bad Company (I HAVE to get around to making my Firefly vid for that)
Warboys (NEW SONG!!!)
Shooting Star
Can't Get Enough of Your Love
Saving Grace (Bob Dylan!!)
All Right Now
Ready For Love
Simple Man
Standing Around Crying (OMFG Muddy Waters AGAIN!)
Seagull
They didn't have any programs for this concert, but I did unclinch my insanely tight fist long enough to buy the "Paul Rodgers: Live in Glasgow" CD from last October(which I will upload tomorrow). ETA: Megaupload link below. And like an IDIOT, I obeyed the rules, leaving my digital camera in the car. BUT, a bunch of people did get in their camera phones. So, I passed my email address around like a broke hooker, hoping that just ONE of them will email me a few of the pics they took. With any luck, one will take pity on me so that I can share them with you.
At any rate it was, to quote Jayne Cobb, the Best Day Ever.
And thanks to![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
cheshire_monkey, I can cross off one more item on my list of Things To Do Before I Die. Now, only 57 left.
Download Paul Rodgers: Live in Glasgow
hxxp://www.megaupload.com/?d=ZEAUE3R0
(replace the "xx" with "tt")
** Those I distictly remember seeing include: Gov't Mule, Little Feat, Our Lady Peace, Del Amitri, Collective Soul, Edwin McCain *sigh*, Screamin' Cheetah Wheelies, Bush, The Stone Roses, The BoDeans, Cake, Matthew Sweet, The Band, Buckwheat Zydeco, Adam Ant, Magnapop, Little Richard, Delbert Clinton, The Village People, Bone Pony, Kentucky Headhunters, and Shawn Mullins *sigh*.
First off, I have no voice--or else I'd have immediately come home and made a voice post. No, I can't carry a tune in a bucket, but honestly, it didn't matter. The WHOLE crowd sang along, and Paul encouraged it (letting us sing the choruses of a couple songs).
And I just have to say: That was the best concert I have EVER been to. Far and away better than Def Leppard, Prince, BadCo (without Paul), Black Crowes, Gov't Mule, Jimmy Buffet, Jethro Tull, Hank Williams Jr., and all of the acts at the 3-day 1995 Music Midtown Fesival in Atlanta.** (I think that's all the concerts I've been to.)
Srsly, I have no idea how Paul can look a million times better than he ever did as a youngster (OMFG those leather pants! And those ARMS!), and sound BETTER than he ever has on any record.
To quote Paul Stanley, of KISS: "Paul Rodgers still has the voice that others are measured by and aspire to be compared to."
Or Brian May, of Queen: "Simply the greatest Rock/Blues singer alive."
I couldn't have said it better myself.
So I was a good girl, and stayed in/on/in front of my assigned seat (and what an awesome seat it was considering how late in the game I got my ticket)...well, at the beginning anyway. See, I've heard that Paul will do at least one, sometimes two, encores. So, when a bunch of people in front of me, in the more expensive reserved seating (seriously, I was TWO rows back from the EXPENSIVE seats to begin with!), started leaving after the "set" was done and the lights came on...I climbed over the people to the left of me and headed toward the middle aisle--and started pushing my way forward.
When the band came back on, I think I was about 10 rows back. I didn't think the sound was as good that close, but OMFG--I didn't care because I was that much closer.
And srsly, he's even hotter up close!! And that accent is TO DIE FOR! (bug = accent whore)
So, they played two songs...and then the lights came on all across the arena. But I wasn't convinced it was over. So, more people leave and I shove myself in closer (and you just gotta love guys that are way taller than you letting you insinuate yourself in front of them, and help propel you with their big, burly arms).
Now, I am standing in the aisle, at about the fifth row, with a whole bunch of other people who basically said "fuck the seating," and chanting "ONE MORE SONG!"
And they came back out again! The crowd erupts into DEAFENING screams, and they play two more songs.
Paul makes sure to give props to the band, and to the roadies, and then they link arm and arm and do one of those group bows.
At this point, most everyone thinks its over--except for the die hards up front. Of which, yes, I am one. We stay put, chanting and screaming and screaming and chanting and OMFG! THEY COME OUT AND DO ANOTHER ENCORE!!!
Two more songs, then the lights everywhere are up...but something told me not to leave. So, while a ton of people are stampeding in the aisle, I climb over the back of some chairs (mind you, I was wearing a skirt...and couldn't really give a shit), up to the FRONT ROW--right in front of the microphone--and wait.
Suddenly the lights dim completely, and Paul comes out with his guitar to sing a spot-lighted, one-man version of "Seagull." Yes, I was in tears by this point; after all, it IS my second fav BadCo song. And if my arms were only 8 inches longer, I could have touched him. I was THAT close. As it was, I kept my hand up, reaching for him, hoping he'd lean down...but alas, no.
However, when it was all said and done (and after pestering "Mr. Roadie Man" incessantly as they straightened the stage)...I DID GET HIS PLAYLIST.
HIS.
PAUL'S.
The one at his feet all night; the one he looked at to know what song was next (see, the tape is still attached)!
And it's a good thing, too. Yeah, I wrote down the songs as they played them; but I when I got home, I realized I cannot read most of it. Hey, it was dark and my hand was shaking with excitement--what did I expect?
Here's what they played:
Rock and Roll Fantasy
Good Lovin' Gone Bad
Running With The Pack
I Just Want To See You Smile
Louisana Blues (OMG MUDDY WATERS!!)
Feel Like Making Love (Yes, I cried and waxed nostalgic about long lost love and first kisses)
Radioactive
Satisfaction Guaranteed (OMG Could he have MADE that song sound any more sexual?)
Little Wing (Jimi Hendrix Tribute!!)
South Summit (Original Song by Guitarist Howard Leese)
Wishing Well
Bad Company (I HAVE to get around to making my Firefly vid for that)
Warboys (NEW SONG!!!)
Shooting Star
Can't Get Enough of Your Love
Saving Grace (Bob Dylan!!)
All Right Now
Ready For Love
Simple Man
Standing Around Crying (OMFG Muddy Waters AGAIN!)
Seagull
They didn't have any programs for this concert, but I did unclinch my insanely tight fist long enough to buy the "Paul Rodgers: Live in Glasgow" CD from last October
At any rate it was, to quote Jayne Cobb, the Best Day Ever.
And thanks to
cheshire_monkey, I can cross off one more item on my list of Things To Do Before I Die. Now, only 57 left.Download Paul Rodgers: Live in Glasgow
hxxp://www.megaupload.com/?d=ZEAUE3R0
(replace the "xx" with "tt")
** Those I distictly remember seeing include: Gov't Mule, Little Feat, Our Lady Peace, Del Amitri, Collective Soul, Edwin McCain *sigh*, Screamin' Cheetah Wheelies, Bush, The Stone Roses, The BoDeans, Cake, Matthew Sweet, The Band, Buckwheat Zydeco, Adam Ant, Magnapop, Little Richard, Delbert Clinton, The Village People, Bone Pony, Kentucky Headhunters, and Shawn Mullins *sigh*.
I'm glad you had fun, it sounded like a good time. Still not my cuppa, but I'm thrilled to check out that CD. I'm been wanted to buy something like that for a long time. Thank you!
(sly_bone)
And you're more than welcome! I've snurched so many things from other flisters who share, so when I got that I knew I had to upload it. Plus, it just plain rocks.
That man is SO awesome!
Also, is that Lynyrd's Simple Man?
I'm so glad you had such a fantastic time! Hee - and I would have been pressing my way forward and stayed until ALL of the floodlights came on, too. I *love* encores.
I got all bouncy and happy reading the whole post - THE SET LIST! I love those (has one or two myself). =D
Is this the point where I admit to not being at all familiar with Paul Rodgers?
*♥s*
IMHO, encores make the show. It seems like in all the good concerts I've been to, my favorite songs are in the encore. Or the band plays something you'd never expect (like that second Muddy Waters song where it almost seemed like an impromptu jam session).
As for the set list, I've never been close enough to the stage to get one--so this goes in my "special box" along with my Adam and Christian Kane siggies.
And if you're not familiar, then make sure to DL the CD I uploaded. It's wonderful, especially the last song. Later this week I am going to upload all of BadCo's biggest hits...you'll need to get that too.
♥'s you more
So, is there any chance of you posting your list of 57 things to do before you die? I'm curious to see what's on it. :-)
*hums "Fruit Salad, yummy yummy"*
*head/desk*
Anywho...I am sure you aren't the only one curious to know, but I am surprised that no else has asked. I'll think about it.
Apologize to those I've wronged in the past
Visit the Pyramids
Backpack europe
Skydive
Find my real dad & his family
Drive a racecar
See a broadway show
Visit all 50 states
Learn at least one new language
Get my Graduate degree
Put my hand prints in wet cement
plant a vegetable garden
Learn to waterski
Take a picture from the top of the Eiffle tower
Cut off all my hair and donate it
Start a non-profit organization
Meet the president
Climb a mountain
Run a marathon
Learn a Martial Art
Got to a fan convention
Complete Casino Job
Play one hand of $100 blackjack
Build a snowman
Volunteer for Habit for Humanity
Kiss someone famous
Go scuba diving
Ride a Ferryboat
Learn the rules to hockey
Teach my kid chess
Write a book
I live by one credo: I'd rather live to regret the things I have done, than to regret never having done them at all.
That's part of the reason for the list.
And for me, the real dad thing is more because I've come to find out that my mother is not at all that trustworthy. I've caught her in lies before, and I can't help but wonder what else she's been untruthful about. So, I'd like to find him and get his side of the story. Somewhere in the middle of both, is the truth.
Ah... I think if I were in that situation I'd probably feel more like you do. But since my mom has never given me any reason to doubt her, and since it would have been trivial for my dad to contact me had he been interested (my grandparents have lived at the same address since before my mom was born), after years of thinking on the subject, I finally decided not to bother myself with him. But, you know, life isn't a one-size-fits-all situation: Since you want to find your real dad, I hope you do, and I hope it turns out well for you.