Howdy to those of you on both Open Salon and WordPress … I’ve had another OS/WP absence owing to a few reasons: life stuff, some needed household re-arranging, and a spell of writer’s block. I was also having too much damn hot fun in the summertime as of late, seeing a slew of great gigs over the past two months.
174. Walk Like A Giant: Neil Young and Crazy Horse with Patti Smith, Scotiabank Place, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, Saturday November 24, 2012, $73.11.
You can never be sure which iteration of “Neil Young” you’re going to get when you see him live — or which segments of his fanbase will predominate at a given show. This was my sixth time seeing Neil in four decades and most of those gigs have certainly been distinct from one another, with sometimes decidedly different patrons at the fore. Continue reading →
After a break of several months I’m returning to writing and to the My Life — In Concert! series. But first, my annual recap …
Rarely have I been so happy to put a year to bed as 2012. For me, it was the very essence of the phrase “exceedingly crappadoodles.” So, rather than rehash the family crises, near job loss, triple shooting and homicide a few doors down, car theft, etc. etc, etc., I’ll Instead ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive: it’s a new year that’s off to a much better start; spring is around the corner — and there was a shed-load of great tunes during the past year so that not all my associations with it are bad ones. Continue reading →
After 16 years of retirement and family life, Patti Smith marked her return to full-length live music performance with this Toronto show.
084. People Have the Power: Patti Smith with Carolyn Striho and the Detroit Energy Asylum, The Phoenix, Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Wednesday July 5, 1995, $20.75.
“Life is an adventure of our own design intercepted by fate and a series of lucky and unlucky accidents.” Patti Smith from the 2008 film Dream of Life.
The ‘90s was such a black and white decade for me. I know as I ponder the specifics that I’m overgeneralizing, but I always remember it as a time wherein I had stretches when it seemed like my luck was truly blessed, everything falling seemingly effortlessly into place. Then there were those other stretches when it seemed as if the skies would not stop crapping all over me. Continue reading →