Re: WILD RIDE - Concert Review, Chicago, May 18th
A most excellant review!Thank You very much.So The Doobs in Chicago and Kentucky this weekend.They must have passed my house a couple of times.I live just a couple of miles from Interstate 57,and that's probably the route they took.Had I known I would have been standing beside the highway with a picnic basket full of homemade barbeque,and other goodies for them! Thanks Again for great review! Gerry --- Rich Verson [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: (this is lengthy, but I want to be thorough! concert photos coming soon to the Doobfan website) --- Chicago, May 18th, 2001 Doobs to play a benefit for the Sacred Heart Schools of Chicago. Location: a beautiful, huge (huge!) tent capable of holding 1,500, located at the Finkl Steel Company in Chicago¹s Southport neighborhood. Weather is clear and cool; an absolutely gorgeous evening. The evening begins at 6:30, with dinner and drinks for 1,000 invited guests. I didn¹t pay the higher ticket price for dinner, opting for the donation fee that gets me in at 8:30 for the silent and live auctions concert. I pull in and give my car to the valet service that¹s been set up. It¹s 12 bucks, but hey, it¹s a benefit for a good cause (and the Doobs are all about good causes.) Walking in to the registration area, I proceed to the Pre-registration table (there¹s also a Walk-In table). Kathy Fivelson from Sacred Heart is there. I spoke to her a few weeks earlier. We talk, she¹s very cool, and let¹s me in early. The first area I walk through is full of the silent auction items, autographed guitars and other memorabilia. I shoot past and walk in to the main area of the tent, where 1,000 people are seated having dinner. Heading up to check out the stage, I grab a beer, which is free. I grab two. In front of the stage are the live auction items, six guitars, signed by the Bro¹s, U2, Crosby Stills and Nash, Carlos Santana, The Eagles, and Bob Dylan. The only other people hanging out at the stage are two ladies who were at the Green Bay concert the night before. Right. A couple hard-core fans to hang withand they were great! Instrument check. Guy checks his keys. Keith checks his set, the girls wave and he comes over with backstage passes, which he¹d promised to them the night before. Jealously encompasses my body. ³Keith, I¹d like to get some pictures after the show for the Doobfan website.² ³No problem², he says. ³Come on back afterwards². Yes Sir. (I always follow orders.) Live auction begins around 8:45, and the guitars fetch between $3,000 and $6,000 apiece. Backstage, the corporate meet-and-greet is taking place with the band, lined up for photos with a moving herd of guests. I can see Pat and Big Mike, shaking hands and smiling for the camera. At the microphone, the school officials and organizers are doling out thank you's. And now, it¹s show time. The chairperson of the event introduces the Bro¹s. The Harleys rev up, nice and loud. Tommy begins playing as he walks on to the stage. Then the drums. Pat is last on stage as Rockin¹ Down The Highway kicks out of the P.A. Still, there are only a handful of us up at the stage, until we start clapping and jumping around. Halfway into the song, the sea of people at the stage is as deep as I could manage to see. And they¹re taking our lead. In a matter of about 30 seconds, the place is jumping. No warm up. The crowd went from ³Park² to fifth gear by the time the guitar solo kicked in. And it never stopped. ³Rockin² was followed by ³Jesus², which had me laughing to myself. (Good song for a Catholic school charity event!) ³Dangerous² is a song that the Bro¹s had kicked off with the last few times I¹d seen them. Tonight, it was further down the set list, but it was by far the best version I¹d ever heard. The acoustic and slide breaks were extended and KICKED BUTT. Tommy in particular was having fun during that, singing silly melodies that only we along the front of the stage could hear. And, of course, John¹s slide needs no words. Guy was featured as he¹s been done in recent shows, with a chord-based tonal solo on ³Don¹t Start Me Talking². Fabulous. Not a lot of fast, fancy finger work here, and Guy proves on this song that less is definitely more. (Hey Guy, how about a keyboard clinic at convention for those of who play the 88¹s? And I¹m serious!) I look around and wonder if I should snap a few photos. No one else is taking pictures except for the two official photographers who are standing next to me with their film and digital rigs. Screw it. Pat and John are in front of my nose, alone on stage, playing their acoustics. I whip out my PhD camera (Push Here Dummy), and take two pictures. I am immediately scolded and threatened by the photographer
WILD RIDE - Concert Review, Chicago, May 18th
(this is lengthy, but I want to be thorough! concert photos coming soon to the Doobfan website) --- Chicago, May 18th, 2001 Doobs to play a benefit for the Sacred Heart Schools of Chicago. Location: a beautiful, huge (huge!) tent capable of holding 1,500, located at the Finkl Steel Company in Chicago¹s Southport neighborhood. Weather is clear and cool; an absolutely gorgeous evening. The evening begins at 6:30, with dinner and drinks for 1,000 invited guests. I didn¹t pay the higher ticket price for dinner, opting for the donation fee that gets me in at 8:30 for the silent and live auctions concert. I pull in and give my car to the valet service that¹s been set up. It¹s 12 bucks, but hey, it¹s a benefit for a good cause (and the Doobs are all about good causes.) Walking in to the registration area, I proceed to the Pre-registration table (there¹s also a Walk-In table). Kathy Fivelson from Sacred Heart is there. I spoke to her a few weeks earlier. We talk, she¹s very cool, and let¹s me in early. The first area I walk through is full of the silent auction items, autographed guitars and other memorabilia. I shoot past and walk in to the main area of the tent, where 1,000 people are seated having dinner. Heading up to check out the stage, I grab a beer, which is free. I grab two. In front of the stage are the live auction items, six guitars, signed by the Bro¹s, U2, Crosby Stills and Nash, Carlos Santana, The Eagles, and Bob Dylan. The only other people hanging out at the stage are two ladies who were at the Green Bay concert the night before. Right. A couple hard-core fans to hang withand they were great! Instrument check. Guy checks his keys. Keith checks his set, the girls wave and he comes over with backstage passes, which he¹d promised to them the night before. Jealously encompasses my body. ³Keith, I¹d like to get some pictures after the show for the Doobfan website.² ³No problem², he says. ³Come on back afterwards². Yes Sir. (I always follow orders.) Live auction begins around 8:45, and the guitars fetch between $3,000 and $6,000 apiece. Backstage, the corporate meet-and-greet is taking place with the band, lined up for photos with a moving herd of guests. I can see Pat and Big Mike, shaking hands and smiling for the camera. At the microphone, the school officials and organizers are doling out thank you's. And now, it¹s show time. The chairperson of the event introduces the Bro¹s. The Harleys rev up, nice and loud. Tommy begins playing as he walks on to the stage. Then the drums. Pat is last on stage as Rockin¹ Down The Highway kicks out of the P.A. Still, there are only a handful of us up at the stage, until we start clapping and jumping around. Halfway into the song, the sea of people at the stage is as deep as I could manage to see. And they¹re taking our lead. In a matter of about 30 seconds, the place is jumping. No warm up. The crowd went from ³Park² to fifth gear by the time the guitar solo kicked in. And it never stopped. ³Rockin² was followed by ³Jesus², which had me laughing to myself. (Good song for a Catholic school charity event!) ³Dangerous² is a song that the Bro¹s had kicked off with the last few times I¹d seen them. Tonight, it was further down the set list, but it was by far the best version I¹d ever heard. The acoustic and slide breaks were extended and KICKED BUTT. Tommy in particular was having fun during that, singing silly melodies that only we along the front of the stage could hear. And, of course, John¹s slide needs no words. Guy was featured as he¹s been done in recent shows, with a chord-based tonal solo on ³Don¹t Start Me Talking². Fabulous. Not a lot of fast, fancy finger work here, and Guy proves on this song that less is definitely more. (Hey Guy, how about a keyboard clinic at convention for those of who play the 88¹s? And I¹m serious!) I look around and wonder if I should snap a few photos. No one else is taking pictures except for the two official photographers who are standing next to me with their film and digital rigs. Screw it. Pat and John are in front of my nose, alone on stage, playing their acoustics. I whip out my PhD camera (Push Here Dummy), and take two pictures. I am immediately scolded and threatened by the photographer next to me, and actually feel badly for possibly blinding Pat and John who bore the brunt of the electronic assault I wielded. I pocket the camera. By this time, the girls and I have our clap-and-sway routine down pat. Moving in rhythm with the guitar players and Mr. Russo¹s choreographed moves at center stage, the house is coming down and my voice is almost gone. And we¹re about halfway through the set list. Can I survive this? Are you kidding? Tommy solos wildly in front of us, Pat takes over and jumps onto a table in front of the stage and solos to the crowd in front of him. We¹ve seen this before over the years. Give the Bro¹s a f---ing great crowd and you¹ll get your money¹s
Re: WILD RIDE - Concert Review, Chicago, May 18th
WOWZA..Excellent review and inside look! Thanks Rich... Now I can feel my juices simmering for the Convention! I hope that any of you in the California/LA area that aren't signed up yet, do so quickly! The House Of Blues is gonna be rockin!!! Thanks again Rich! *** Peace, Holly J *** 20 days until I am Doobiefied (Agoura Hills) and counting down _ To unsubscribe from this list, send a message to [EMAIL PROTECTED] with unsubscribe doobiefans-list in the body.
Re: WILD RIDE - Concert Review, Chicago, May 18th
Rich: What a fantastic review! Torrey - Original Message - From: Rich Verson [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Saturday, May 19, 2001 11:39 AM Subject: WILD RIDE - Concert Review, Chicago, May 18th (this is lengthy, but I want to be thorough! concert photos coming soon to the Doobfan website) --- Chicago, May 18th, 2001 Doobs to play a benefit for the Sacred Heart Schools of Chicago. Location: a beautiful, huge (huge!) tent capable of holding 1,500, located at the Finkl Steel Company in Chicago¹s Southport neighborhood. Weather is clear and cool; an absolutely gorgeous evening. The evening begins at 6:30, with dinner and drinks for 1,000 invited guests. I didn¹t pay the higher ticket price for dinner, opting for the donation fee that gets me in at 8:30 for the silent and live auctions concert. I pull in and give my car to the valet service that¹s been set up. It¹s 12 bucks, but hey, it¹s a benefit for a good cause (and the Doobs are all about good causes.) Walking in to the registration area, I proceed to the Pre-registration table (there¹s also a Walk-In table). Kathy Fivelson from Sacred Heart is there. I spoke to her a few weeks earlier. We talk, she¹s very cool, and let¹s me in early. The first area I walk through is full of the silent auction items, autographed guitars and other memorabilia. I shoot past and walk in to the main area of the tent, where 1,000 people are seated having dinner. Heading up to check out the stage, I grab a beer, which is free. I grab two. In front of the stage are the live auction items, six guitars, signed by the Bro¹s, U2, Crosby Stills and Nash, Carlos Santana, The Eagles, and Bob Dylan. The only other people hanging out at the stage are two ladies who were at the Green Bay concert the night before. Right. A couple hard-core fans to hang withSand they were great! Instrument check. Guy checks his keys. Keith checks his set, the girls wave and he comes over with backstage passes, which he¹d promised to them the night before. Jealously encompasses my body. ³Keith, I¹d like to get some pictures after the show for the Doobfan website.² ³No problem², he says. ³Come on back afterwards². Yes Sir. (I always follow orders.) Live auction begins around 8:45, and the guitars fetch between $3,000 and $6,000 apiece. Backstage, the corporate meet-and-greet is taking place with the band, lined up for photos with a moving herd of guests. I can see Pat and Big Mike, shaking hands and smiling for the camera. At the microphone, the school officials and organizers are doling out thank you's. And now, it¹s show time. The chairperson of the event introduces the Bro¹s. The Harleys rev up, nice and loud. Tommy begins playing as he walks on to the stage. Then the drums. Pat is last on stage as Rockin¹ Down The Highway kicks out of the P.A. Still, there are only a handful of us up at the stage, until we start clapping and jumping around. Halfway into the song, the sea of people at the stage is as deep as I could manage to see. And they¹re taking our lead. In a matter of about 30 seconds, the place is jumping. No warm up. The crowd went from ³Park² to fifth gear by the time the guitar solo kicked in. And it never stopped. ³Rockin² was followed by ³Jesus², which had me laughing to myself. (Good song for a Catholic school charity event!) ³Dangerous² is a song that the Bro¹s had kicked off with the last few times I¹d seen them. Tonight, it was further down the set list, but it was by far the best version I¹d ever heard. The acoustic and slide breaks were extended and KICKED BUTT. Tommy in particular was having fun during that, singing silly melodies that only we along the front of the stage could hear. And, of course, John¹s slide needs no words. Guy was featured as he¹s been done in recent shows, with a chord-based tonal solo on ³Don¹t Start Me Talking². Fabulous. Not a lot of fast, fancy finger work here, and Guy proves on this song that less is definitely more. (Hey Guy, how about a keyboard clinic at convention for those of who play the 88¹s? And I¹m serious!) I look around and wonder if I should snap a few photos. No one else is taking pictures except for the two official photographers who are standing next to me with their film and digital rigs. Screw it. Pat and John are in front of my nose, alone on stage, playing their acoustics. I whip out my PhD camera (Push Here Dummy), and take two pictures. I am immediately scolded and threatened by the photographer next to me, and actually feel badly for possibly blinding Pat and John who bore the brunt of the electronic assault I wielded. I pocket the camera. By this time, the girls and I have our clap-and-sway routine down pat. Moving in rhythm with the guitar players and Mr. Russo¹s choreographed moves at center stage, the house is coming down and my voice is almost gone. And we¹re about halfway through
