leave your inhibitions at the door
Two nights ago, the male half of The Blood Sucking Lawyers called with an offer of a free concert ticket for the next night (last night). Apparently, the female half bailed on him mentioning something about haircuts, errands, etc. All I heard was “free.”
I was actually excited as the concert was one of the great bands of the 1990s – Toad the Wet Sprocket.
Their great mix of musicianship, lyrics, and pop sensibility made them favorites amongst critics and the masses alike. Here are a couple of my favorite songs
Walk on the Ocean
All I Want
The opening act was Lee DeWyze… Dramatic Pause… Yeah, that was my reaction, too. The BSL had no idea who that was and, when I explained DeWyze had won American Idol some years ago, he immediately scoffed. He wasn’t that bad, but I really have an issue with the concept of American Idol. Check out my very serious analysis of it here.
And I know you’re dying to know what my beverage of choice was for this concert –
Back to Toad…
They have been off and on since their 90s heyday and just recently released their latest album last month – New Constellation. There have also been solo recordings and side projects as well, but this is their first tour in a while. They sounded like the haven’t missed a beat, playing all their hits from the 90s as well several of their new songs. Those new ones were ok – they stuck to their sound, but nothing groundbreaking or too memorable.
But maybe it wasn’t memorable because I was distracted through the whole concert. I couldn’t get my mind off Woody Allen.
Yes, THAT Woody Allen.
I got to thinking about the similarities between Woody and Toad The Wet Sprocket. Both are really well known for terrific artistry earlier in their careers and are still creating new material. But…
Who really buys the new stuff? It all could artistically compare with what they put out in their peak, but does anyone outside of family and rabid fans really care? With Woody Allen movies, the overwhelming majority of the audience probably got a discounted movie ticket from AARP. At the concert last night, just about everyone was around my age … cough, cough… north of 40.
I guess relevancy doesn’t matter if you have a loyal legion of fans. However, what happens to new acts who put out similar material now? Say you have a director that puts out a movie with the same artistic merits as Woody’s Midnight in Paris. And it’s absolutely perfect for the same demographic. Chances are it wouldn’t make a lot of money. And because of that, the movie probably wouldn’t even get made. Same goes with Toad’s music.
Lots to think about.
But the real reason why I couldn’t stop thinking about Woody Allen? The DRUMMER LOOKED JUST LIKE HIM.
Here’s another picture from another site –
It was mind-boggling.