I’m a strong believer in concert earplugs for every concert, no matter the volume. Not only does it protect your ears, but it drastically cuts down on “chompers”.From the New Yorker, Nick Paumgarten reports on The Dead at The Sphere.
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https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/07/29/reckoning-with-the-dead-at-the-sphere
In the vernacular, talking at concerts is known as “chomping.”
To go by my own recent experience, there are more chompers than ever, and more people complaining about them.
Night one, set two: Behind me, two young women, thirtyish, were talking, not quietly, about a recent wedding. I noticed it most during the more delicate songs—“China Doll,” “Terrapin Station,” “Dear Prudence.” They kept it up during the Mickey Hart segment known as “Drums”-“Space,” which was arguably the most mesmerizing stretch of the night, owing to the brawn of the subwoofers, the haptic vibrations in the seats, the primal percussive fury, and the spinning fractal kaleidoscopes on the giant screen. It was during “Drums” that I learned a few things from my neighbors about sandals. Near the end of the show, during the quietest part of “Morning Dew,” the Bonnie Dobson post-nuclear-apocalypse folk song that was Garcia’s most formidable showstopper, the two talkers sketched out their summer plans. Who were these barbarians?
“I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,” Weir was singing, with his goofy phrasing and without the Garcia gravitas. Still, it did matter. The guy sitting next to me turned toward the talkers and gently asked them if they’d keep it down. I turned halfway around, too, and made a dad gesture, a tamping down of the air with my palm.
“We can’t hear you!” one of them shouted.
“We’re trying to enjoy the show!” the other said.
“What are you, the concert police?”
“This isn’t the opera, dude!”
For the rest of the set, as our vantage descended from space back down to Earth, the Bay Area, and 710 Ashbury, they hissed insults at the backs of our heads. I could feel their scorn scorching my bald spot, like the equatorial sun. Vibe: not good.
Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds
Coming to Britain / Ireland next year! If you're in the UK, this is a no-brainer!
I have the blu-ray of the concert, and it's fantastic.
True dat. Actually, Liam Neeson is only present in a hologram and video screens.I feel so old, I have no idea who these people are aside from Wayne & Liam Neeson. The SACD always gets a spin by me in October (as tip of the hat to the infamous Halloween radio broadcast) but I did not keep up with any further developments from Wayne. I guess Neeson took over the Richard Burton role at some point?
Sons Of Cream on Thursday in Lyme Regis, who are Jack Bruce's son Malcom on Bass, Ginger Baker's son Kofi on drums, and Eric Clapton's nephew Robert Johnson (a case of nominative determinism?) on guitar/vocals who will unsurprisingly be playing Cream songs.
https://www.malcolmbrucemusic.com/live
https://bluesmatters.com/sons-of-cr...lind-faith-the-100-club-oxford-street-london/
Nice side story https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cp68y94jjn6o
I have used that site many times to find dates and setlists for shows I saw 40 years. Great for reminiscing.I found a cool site where you can look up set lists of performers.
Setlist.fm
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