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In what is obviously an attempt by the music industry to bankrupt and frustrate me, October and November 2011 will go down as two months overwhelmingly chock full of concerts. In October alone, I counted no less than 10 shows I was interested in, including one doozy of a weekend (October 14-17): Buckethead’s last tour date on Friday in New Orleans; 80’s guitar virtuoso Yngwie Malmsteen in Silver Spring, MD on Saturday; Duran Duran and Dream Theater in DC on Sunday and Monday, respectively. The prospect of such a weekend was daunting. Ticket prices aside, I had a Saturday afternoon guitar lesson I didn’t want to cancel, and there was the major detail of Buckethead performing almost 1,000 miles away from home.
Read more: Buckethead: New Orleans House of Blues, October 14, 2011
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This would be my first time seeing Jeff Beck live. While I have not been a follower of his music, I wanted to take my son to see him and in all honesty, to say "I've seen Jeff Beck in concert". Being a long time Led Zeppelin and Jimmy Page fan, I've been familiar with Jeff's work with Jimmy alongside the Yardbirds, and on rare stage appearances. I thought this would make a nice outing for my son and I to see a "Legend".
Read more: Jeff Beck with Tyler Bryant: Kitchener, Ontario, October 19, 2011
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DAR Constitution Hall
A little history lesson before I get started: the early 1980's brought with it the New Romantics. A backlash against 1970's punk, the movement celebrated glamour and fashion and its adherents – male and female –dressed androgynously. Boys wore makeup just like the girls did, as I remember from watching music videos from bands like Culture Club and Spandau Ballet. The hair on that guy from Flock of Seagulls will haunt me until I die. While the movement proved to be mostly just a passing trend in music and on the streets, it also left us with the one, the only, Duran Duran. An entire generation of women (and men) would be affected. Arguably the prettiest and most glamorous band from that time, they are also among the longest lived and best of that era.
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At The Palace Theatre,
Dream Theater knocked my socks off! There is no better way to say it. They were better than I ever imagined. I first heard them around 1992 with their now classic song, "Pull Me Under." I have considered myself a 'mild' fan over the years. Well, they just released their 11th studio album, "A Dramatic Turn of Events." (Roadrunner Records). It's a great album. To see them live was just, Wow! They played for 2 hours. I wish I would have payed more attention to these great architects of music.
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Whitey's Metal Rock Review:
I got to go see my favorite band with my son in a great club show the same night The Big 4 was at Yankee Stadium. Sevendust is a band from Atlanta, GA that come out in the late 90s. They have 8 studio albums and a loyal fan base. It is a privilege to be part of a Sevendust show. I've seen them about a dozen times and this would be the 4th time for this album.
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The Uproar Festival this year was a great lineup again. I saw the show in Scranton, PA at Montage Mountain the same weekend Hurricane Irene hit the East Coast. It was cloudy and rainy all morning on the day of the show and I was worried it was going to get cancelled because of the hurricane.
Well the show went on and I got there in the middle of the first band, Hell Or Highwater. I didn't really get a chance to get into them. Next was, Art of Dying and then Black Tide. Both got the crowd going with songs heard on Sirius Radio. Then the sky opened up and it poured!
My favorite band was about to start. Sevendust.
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"I Put a Spell on You": A Bucketbot is Born
Review and Photography by Rachel Lange.
I know the exact moment I crossed over and became a Bucketbot. It was at Buckethead's September 10th show at Washington DC's 9:30 Club. Halfway through his set, he shuffled over to my end of the stage, stood at its edge, his left hand fluttering along his guitar's fretboard like Anne Sullivan signing furious messages of guitar glory into the palms of Helen Keller, while he reached a ghoulish right hand out over the crowd. The teenage boys surrounding me immediately leaned toward him like iron filings drawn to a giant magnet, but I stood momentarily hypnotized, my hands on my cheeks and a dopey grin on my face. His eyes passed over me for a second and I spent the rest of the show wishing he would hypnotize me all the time. I was in love with every second of his performance; I couldn't remember the last time I had so much fun at a show. But it's worse than that: I was doomed. Buckethead — the white mask-wearing, KFC bucket-sporting, toy-distributing, horror-film loving guitar god with the mad nunchacku and robot skills — gave life to a 37-year-old behemoth fan.