Elaborate crystal gowns are a bitch to transport and “My Heart Will Go On” sounds great with an all you can eat buffet.
Posts Tagged: Live On Stage 2012
Borza held out the microphone giving everyone the few last chances to belt out the lines “We cannot give in, no matter what they will tell us our hearts were made to withstand”. As Honour Crest finished up and were headed off the stage, fans weren’t going anywhere and demanded they play another song
An “X”-Mas gift from us to you. Alyson Camus took many pictures and shot five videos and didnt stop until the Scroogey Security staff pulled the plug on her. What she caught in a shutter is amazing…enjoy!
He used the whole crowd-surface as Jesus-Christ-turned-evil walking on water,… you would think this would finally collapse, but no, each time Spielman was back on stage faster than the light, swimming his way back through a sea of hands, legs and other body parts
This is this time of the year when we have to decide about the best songs, albums, concerts and make our 2012 best-of list. I haven’t been to as many concerts as the previous years, blame it on my ever-more-demanding job and a bad schedule that forced me to wake up at dawn, but I saw some good ones nevertheless
With his smart mixture of loud, fast, garage-punk-rock and some surf-y-psychedelic detours à la The Oh Sees, they brought the energy to the roof as soon as they started their set, and damn, they were good! It sounded a little retro and totally fresh at the same time, never nostalgic
Wearing rudely tight purple spandex pants, a ripped Sex Pistols t-shirt, and sporting a ‘70s style Afro, he made repeated lascivious comments to the ticket buying females and shouted about “THE REVOLUTION” between songs, except when he was spewing obscenities
We all passionately sang, closing our eyes and yelling the words back at him. I think we all walked away with the final line of the tune ringing over and over in our heads: “I have no faith but it’s all I want to be loved and believe in my soul, in my soul.”
I couldn’t help but sing really loud like an idiot and not care. I adore this song and I can’t even express how in love I am with it. It was such a good feeling yelling the lyrics next to others who were doing the same- it was a community.
I’ve never been to a show with as much crowd participation in my entire life. It was stunning. I think the band was a bit taken aback, too. An overwhelming amount of noise and motion and excitement ensued
A brand new Broadway musical is opening this spring with a pretty interesting story line. Perhaps you have heard of the contests to win a prize, the challenge being you must keep your hand on something for hours and hours
Morrissey’s voice was impeccable; he is a truly consistently great musician This was when the crowd fell in love with him even more. The energy in the room shifted- there was a sense of togetherness, community, in the way that this song was carried out.
The energy simply wasn’t there. Morrissey wasn’t on fire and he certainly wastn having fun. Even during the encore he opted to do “Let Me Kiss You” instead of leaving us fired up on pop. I cant blame the crowd alone but I have seen enough footage of live Moz to know that he absolutely loves what he does and has a blast. He wasn’t having a blast Saturday night.
The music captured that ‘Americana’ feeling without overdoing it, the high-pitched vocals were harmonizing with each other at each song and they had catchy-enough choruses to make people tap their feet and sing-along.
Kneeling on stage, Amanda was holding her banjo player by the waist during most of ‘Polly’, giving the best banjo blowjob people had ever seen. The Radiohead cover was cleaner and quieter, and at this point I was wondering whether they would play some of their own songs.
This woman can painlessly reach highs that many only dream of, and her voice approaches perfection each time,.. well she is in fact a true classically trained soprano, and goes into operatic delivery many times during a show.
Despite all my efforts to try to find Paul Banks’ own musical identity, I couldn’t chase Interpol from my mind and that was his curse
Farrar was moving like a beaten down old man, he was squirming like a fish out of water, limping like a hurt man and bending over like someone with a terrible stomach ache
I wasn’t there for ambience I was there for Lions Lions. The Boston based ‘post hardcore’ band who has been getting a whole lot of attention in the local scene lately and who’s album “To Carve Our Names” has been on repeat with me for awhile.
Geri Halliwell, Melanie Brown and Emma Bunton struted their stuff with Beckham at the closing ceremonies of the London Olympics. Adorable enough with their 80’s bubblegum pop, the crowd adored them. The tabloids went nuts, could a reunion be forth coming?
Why would you want to pay to see the top 9 finalists of this crap program for an hour and a half? Why? Is there nothing left in the world better to occupy your time with?
A fantastic rendition of “Three Little Birds” which is adorable when you swap in an Irish accent for the Jamaican. I love Larry Kirwan’s vocals and energy. He took that crowd and owned them like a cool MC, unfortunately he was playing to the throngs of drunk bikers.
A soft calm intro that shakes you out of your lull and beckons you to join them on a musical roller coaster from white boy rap to punk rock screaming to a acid trip frip. Their sound almost as awkward as their band name.
The sight of the crowd that had amassed around the small stage at the far end of the room stood as proof of the conjoined anticipation for the night’s line-up. To the surprise of many, the show had actually sold out in advance, predictably leaving several kids scrambling over unwanted tickets.