by GinaSuperCat on 31 May 2007 01:47
I’m posting this for those who weren’t there and are interested in reading reports [there are several, from the pm’s and emails I’ve been getting <grin>]: we were just short of beaten to promise to do so before leaving <grin>; its far easier for those who don’t want to read reports to ignore them than it is for those who want to read them to read what’s not posted.
Disclaimer: READ ONLY IF YOU WANT TO <cackle> ALSO, IT’S SUPER LONG AND I’M TOO TIRED TO EDIT IT <grin>
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Mercury Rising took some of us on a grand tour of Vancouver’s various terrains; we walked along the beach with a beautiful view of downtown, we walked across a suspension bridge and down a few trails, we saw an awesome dam, we visited the Squamish reserve where the Police were practicing weeks before. It was meditative and recharging: just perfect since I was wondering how I was going to be able to go completely crazy again at the show tonight!
I stop and get a coffee on the way to the stadium an hour before our meeting time and I just sat there and watched all the different kinds of people who were queuing up for the 6:30 door opening, chatting with people they knew, chatting with people they did not know until right then, people buying shirts and other things, people uncontainably excited to see the Police for the first time, people uncontainably excited to see them again almost a quarter of a decade later, people taking their kids, raised on the Police, to the show as the ultimate dream family outing, people sporting all imaginable styles, etc. Someone I don’t know from some random news outlet wants to interview me but I kindly decline: I just want to watch for the moment.
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On opening night, this is the time to come out swinging and: yeah, they did just that <grin> They brought it on, seriously: tour is going to absolutely smoke even further on down the line.
Message in a Bottle was just incredible…Sting hams it up with what I shall call the Sting Shimmy…I’m sure you’ll see it…It’s kinda like a traveling knee-knocking thing but done gracefully, not cloddingly—it’s Sting, after all <grin>
Synchronicity II lights it up, the bass drum just convulses my whole body on ‘+ 1’…the textures blend really well on it thus far…
CSLY/Regatta ROCKS so freaking HARD they way they are doing it...by the time they get to Regatta, I am just about to enter near-Earth-orbit...I don’t know how you couldn’t go nuts, honestly, Regatta is pitch perfect <grin>
Spirits…I have thought about this a lot…I think that it’s lost some of its wicked tight groove in the newer version. I am trying to listen to what the new versions are doing, adding, communicating rather than just comparing them with the ones we know by heart, but either this is one attachment that I'm not ready to let go [it was the first video by the Police I remember seeing <grin>) or it has traded in some of that stripped-down raw groove that I just adore in the process…
ELTSDIM: it’s more syncopated than the studio version, giving it a different feel that seems to require an especially open ear…I think it less about “being slowed down” and more about this shift in feel…
Beds Too Big Without You just inscribes that wicked solid groove into you at the cellular level…it has a heaviness that just inundates you <grin>
Re. Murder: See below for why I can’t really assess this song…My guess, fwiw, is that perhaps another song or two may rotate into this slot…Murder is a great song but it’s a bit more unusual than the others on the undeniable ‘hit list’ <grin> I have come to understand that concerts usually incorporate a ‘sitter’ of some sort…and, no, I’m not being cheeky about Police fans not being spring chickens…it’s just kinda developed as a convention. Heh, I felt like I was the only one still standing and grooving to this one in the whole arena, at least from my section…Murder is odd/syncopation at Synchronicity’s best <MEOW!>
De Do was much more enjoyable this night, and I especially like the way it ends with just Stewart on the cymbals...it's sorta like a live-version of a studio fade, in a way…Stewart is just making me love Footsteps and King of Pain, and much has already been said about them (FUKIN RAWK)…and the Stewart-Kid-In-a-Candy-Store-Percussion-Show is worth the price of admission alone, but these new reworkings are breathing new life into these songs, at least in my view.they are making me double-take on the potential of what I’ve heard a hundred times <grin>
There are a few sings-alongs: Walking on the Moon is really a highlight tonight, it seems to be a more extended version and there are two sing-alongs (eyoyoyo) on this alone…Of course Roxanne includes a sing-along, but I keep wanting to sing it like Stewart and Andy used to (following Sting with a short Rox/ann/O instead of matching Sting’s timing with Rox/ANN/o), so I am like the only one singing it that way <grin> I end up liking these moments more (live, that is…on video…<groan>…it’s unquestionably a type of “you gotta be there” moment), especially once I realize that a super cat is singing while Andy Stewart and Sting back her (and thousands of others…the sound waves are all there reverberating off one another <grin>
I am almost in tears during So Lonely when there is no “this is Stewart Copeland’s show”…as I was crouching in preparation for the loudest yelp <grin> but tonight it was Andy Summer’s show, and that was truly amazing…Andy’s guitar on Truth Hits is more raw than the previous night in a way that really suits the slower version, he just jams out silly during Voices/World, madly pawing the frets with both palms…its attains a higher level of all-outness <grin> However, a truly Andy Summer's show would have to include BotN <Cheshire grin>
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We’ve all seen videos of the Police shows, but the visceral experience of seeing them live is hard to capture…Sting’s bass lines just feel like they pump through your blood, something eminently pleasing but that you can feel rhythmically kicking its way into your system, while Stewart’s kit drumming hits like artillery fire but, like, in the good way <grin> [he was recoiling his left stick so far back up over its head for the legendary <crack> on the snare it’s a wonder how he only broke a stick or two]…Andy’s guitar like a magnetic field of constantly shifting polarities and intensities just enveloping you…
I am really enjoying the re-workings of the songs for several reasons: instead of seeing one personality or style predominate, you really get all three coming through strongly at different points. Andy, Sting, and Stewart fans all get great opportunities to scream like teenieboppers at different moments, which is great <grin>. Sometimes the predominance of Sting's style prevails (perhaps in an arrangement familiar with his solo version), sometimes it's clearly a Stewart style (if it hits you like a truck, or physically forces your body to start grooving, it’s Stewart), other times pure Andy (sign: when you feel like you may be slipping into an adjacent dimension)...I screamed my head off when Sting sang "welcome to Stewart Copeland's show" on FC night but I think the verse "welcome to this three man show" from the second is *almost* as exciting in how it seems to really characterize the overall tone. Sting’s actively effacing the ‘front man’ thing in some ways… Sting shouts out for Andy “the legendary Andy Summers” and, at which point I scream my head off: “The world’s greatest drummer, Stewart Copeland!” (Both arms up, jumps up on seat for a sec, screams YEAH! WOOO!)
Stewart is getting major love whenever he stands up, goes to the rack, bangs the gong, runs across stage, throws two perfectly good sticks aside insouciantly, makes it from the rack back to the kit in under 4 to resume perfectly at 1, says anything, or otherwise hams it up <grin>...There are lot's of opportunities to declare your enthusiasm for Stewart (as with the others...)…he just steals the show here and there <grin> But Mr. Stewart “I was born ‘in the pocket’” Copeland still lays down grooves like he was 24, you know he can drive that train to the end of the line, but in these shows he’s been stripping it down a bit to the essential components: he’s tip top (as she says to the choir)!. <grin>
Also the tempo tinkering is making the songs more kinetic than before, even when they are significantly slowed down from previous versions…there’s something interesting to me about this, the fact that something that starts slower and either oscillates between different ones (ELTSDIM) or starts slower and reaches the speed of sound (Next to You)…there’s something so much more exciting about that locomotive ending in the context of the slower tempo preceding it, rather than the steady bpm fest of the earlier version (not counting the Stewart-effect of end bpm vs. beginning <grin>)…there’s more movement in the tempo and dynamics shifts than a steady/static rocket tempo…
The only thing disappointing in comparison with the first night was the major difference in atmosphere, which has nothing to do with the Police. Last night was exhilarating in the sense that approximately ten times more people were there…the Police deserve that magnitude of a cheering audience and even more, surely…but, unfortunately, that also brings with it exponentially more nonsense. Welcome back to stadium/arena rock after a few years of clubs and other cozy musical environs, SuperCat: I see it as “leveling up" for Bonnaroo <grin> Normally, who cares unless it’s you that’s getting hauled off, but last night some asswipes further back in my section (I was in the second row on level 1, mere feet from the floor) decided to try and run *through the middle* (ie. not down the aisle) of the section by plowing between us over the tops of armrests, to try and get on the floor…This happened not once but two fucking times, the second resulting in my shoulder getting rammed and some girl’s flip-flop-wearing foot to be crushed before the two runners made it to the floor and at least 1 was taken down by security and carted off. The first rush attempt was in the middle of Driven to Tears…a song I don’t want to be distracted during, actually how about don't fuck with me during a Police concert at all, but I thought better than to start punching, which was my first inclination. The second attempt with ensuing security debacle and questioning pretty much ruined the first three minutes of Murder by Numbers…Only one song ruined, I told myself to drop it and forget it immediately, I didn’t get thrown out of a concert…let alone their first show of the tour…
Some things only bother you as much as you let them…I completely ejected this from my mind for the show…but, nonetheless, I am thinking to upgrade my tickets for the floor for future shows…I do not stop dancing/ jerking/ screaming/ cheering/ moving/ etc. for the entire show…but that night virtually my whole section was sitting for at least half of the concert, which is perfectly cool (people should enjoy concerts as they want) but I felt a bit self-conscious about them being stuck with the Kinetic Kat in front of them…I may’ve felt bad once or twice, but it sure as hell didn’t stop me. <grin> It slowly dawns on me: the first taste of the 'floor experience' from the FC show was only 50$, now when I come knocking for more, the price for a fix has handily gone up five-fold…brilliant, really <grin>
PostScript: Returning to the Planet Earth
This is just a random end note about today, the day I head back. Sorry for the length of all this and either ignore it or thanks for indulging me or both. Truth be told it’s either write about the Police in this state of residual high or face the reality of getting cracking on my work, something I’d rather put off until tomorrow (cues theme music to The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly or maybe, better, High Noon)
As I left the SkyTrain station and wait to cross the street a fellow stops next to me, still looking forward says out of the side of his mouth “1200 Angels have arrived. You are one of them. [he thinks for a second before deciding] You are the Angel of Desire" It’s just the type of thing that burns itself into your brain, a winner of the off-the-wall award…like the time I was told, by a barista in a café, that my aura is yellow and that’s both rare and very good <grin> I feel like I’m in my own dream world or Fellini film and nothing that’s happening around me disconfirms that.
I aimlessly wander around downtown Vancouver, killing some time before my shuttle takes me to Seattle later that afternoon…I walk down one of the major shopping streets, I sip a coffee or two, I wander down to the periphery of Chinatown, I look at some books, and for the first time this weekend I actually start to feel hungry. I look at some menus and choose the “Next Noodle Bar.” After having not been very hungry at all for the past four days (too jacked on my own excitement), the small plates of dumplings, salad with ginger and cranberry, and fresh sliced papaya are like bite-sized nirvana. I feel it rush color to my cheeks as I open my fortune cookie…It reads: “now is the time.” I sip my tea thinking about all the ways that could be: it’s great to be alive, don’t ever cash out the present for the future, don’t second guess yourself and let opportunities slip by: act, hey, perhaps it means something will happen, perhaps Stewart will walk down the other side of the street and I can smile to myself knowing that all this may have been real after all…I glance at the clock, at first just seeing it as an object without signification then my eyes snap to sharp focus…lost in thought about all the figurative meanings, I miss the obvious literal one staring me in the face: now is the time to catch your damn shuttle! In that second, I’m back on Earth <grin>
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GinaSuperCat on 31 May 2007 23:13, edited 2 times in total.
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