by jedsoon on 30 Oct 2006 19:45
my favorite show was HELMET.
the venue was Ziggy's in Winston-Salme, NC, the year 1997. we got into town that afternoon, several hours before the show started. we were going to eat, go shopping, etc. but we thought we'd check out the venue first. i got to hear NIN's souncheck this way 3 years earlier, so what the heck.
ziggy's is basically a performance stage, two bars, some pool tables, and a huge outdoor area surrounded by a gate. the gate was wide open, with no attendant or anyone in sight. i was the only one in the group that dared to enter. i encountered no one 'til i got inside.
amazingly, i had entered during helmet's souncheck. the melvins were opening, and i saw king buzzo at the mixing board. john stanier was the only one on stage. he was pounding away at his kit. there were a techs/roadies milling about. i suspect that anyone who saw me probably thought i was one of them.
then i encountered the man himself: page hamilton. he was sitting at one of the tables reading a newspaper. desperate to cling to my fly on the wall status, i chose to sit down on the staristep that led down to the pit. i folded my arms and tried to remain as quiet and unobtruive as possible. it was then that page noticed me, and we made brief eye contact. he then returned to his newspaper. i was still pretty starstruck in those days, even if most of the performers there aren't too well known outside of their fanbases.
finally, somebody called for page to come down. he got up and jogged down to the stage. he picked up his guitar and started playing. at this point, i felt it was wisest not to risk exposing myself or wearing our my welcom, so i quietly exited. my friends were waiting outside, and might be wondering what happened to me.
so we killed time 'til the show started. by the time we came back, the place was packed. we caught the melvins' set. very experimental and cool, but i was there to see helmet. i worked my way up to the front for most of their set. it's really not the same if you're not mixing it up with the crowd to music you truly enjoy. i didn't and still don't care for the album they were supporting, but they really didn't play a lot of those songs.
the kicker was when the reached the end of their set and came out for the oncore. tho my energy for the evening was virutally spent, i was ever prepared to give all i DIDN'T have to them. they began asking for requests. by this time i was squarely in front of page hamilton as he asked us what we wanted to hear. my favorite helmet album is BETTY, so i started asking for tunes from it. as he strained to hear the crowd, he seemed to notice my voice, which was natural since i was literally the closest one to him. the stage at ziggy's is really cool, since it's not elevated above the pit and performers can look their audience right in the eye. that's what page did when he singled out my voice. he did this thing where his look became slightly more intense as tho straining his ear to hear. he looked straight at me and turned his ear slightly toward me. "overrated!" i exclaimed, the penultimate tune from their most expressive album to date. "can't do that one," page replied. he was speaking to me! "we haven't practiced that one." i kept up requests and he caught another. "blacktop!" i shouted, a barnburner from their first disc, and a really easy song to play to boot. "we might do that one!" he answered. he then backed away from the mic and shouted to henry (bogdan, the bassist). he seemed to be instructing the band on what the next song was going to be. indeed, it was blacktop! so here i was, requesting songs helmet and they were actually playing them! it was one of the high points of my existence. i doubt i've ever thrashed harder!
finally, the set came to an end. this is the moment i still can't believe. page bowed his head to the audience and extended his hand. in it was his guitar pick! the world seemed to be moving slow motion for a time, as the image of him doing this couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds, but i remember it as though i stared at it for weeks. incredibly, there was no crowd clamoring for this treasured item, and the stage lights almost seemed to be shining down on it and illuminating it. i was in the very earliest days of my musical aspirations/experimentations, so as i grabbed it, it felt like the literal passing of the golden baton. and he even used the exact same style and guage pick as i used to use!
the show was over, and it ended up being the capper to my rigorous concert-going days, as i had seen most of the acts i'd really been anxious to see. what a way to go out! but it wasn't quite over...
the band hung around outside their tour bus around back, which was easy to access. ziggy's is for bands, not rock stars. i was the world's biggest geek/fanboy, but i couldn't resist the urge to go up to page, shake his hand and thank him for the musical inspiration he'd given me and say all those useless, silly things that he must have heard a million times by that point. i did retain my composure enough to ask why he chose the direction he did for aftertaste, without explaining that i thought it was a major step back from the expansiveness of betty. "i just... write what i feel," was his answer. i couldnt bring myself to genuinely discuss it from a critical perspective, so i left it at that...
i gotta get monochrome TODAY!
-chris