Santana

On Wednesday afternoon I made the snap, last minute decision to see Santana in concert at Jiffy Lube Live in Bristow, Virginia.  Despite having been aware of, and a fan of, this band since college (1886-1890) I had never gotten around to seeing them in concert. 

If you have finite time and money, do you exclusively attend concerts of bands you’ve already seen before, or do you seek out some new experiences?   For my part, 60% of the bands I saw in 2019 were ones I’d seen before, and 40% were new bands.   DesertFest NYC featured The Skull, Monolord, and Windhand – who I’d seen before – but also Elder, ASG, Danava and Weedeater, who I hadn’t.   As it was, Elder, the final headliner on Sunday night, was the band I was most interested in seeing.  This Boston, MA band wasn’t scheduled to tour anywhere close to DC, so I had to traipse all the way up to NJ/NY to see these shows.  Well worth it, as Elder were as satisfying as their studio albums would indicate. 

For that matter, have I ever NOT enjoyed a concert?  Does this happen often enough to dissuade me from seeing a band I’d never seen before?  It happened ONCE.   

The Mars Volta.   Those of us familiar with Pink Floyd’s Live at Pompeii movie know that the band interviews during the Dark Side of the Moon sessions, interrupting the prior jams of much earlier material at Pompeii, are oddly as entertaining as the musical performances themselves.   Gilmour’s denial of drug use on the part of the band is amusing, of course, but so is Roger’s bold but true assertion that “if people go to a show and they don’t like it, they don’t come again.”  That was the case with the only concert I really disliked and left early:  The Mars Volta, at the Ram’s Head Live in Baltimore, September 21, 2008.   Normally the band’s material is 1/3 nonstop aggression and 2/3 prog and psychedelic, an acceptable mix.  But live, the band seemed to be nonstop nonstop aggression, which I did not like.  (Even guitarist Omar Rodriguez-Lopez admitted that no one wants to be punched in the face nonstop for 90 minutes).  Bye bye!

Here I went as a last minute decision to see a band I’d never seen before.   I got the cheapest lawn tickets they had and made no effort to reiterate my prior solicitations of companionship.    With the TV screens we could see much of what was going on stage anyway.   The grooves were infectious and the overall experience highly enjoyable.  

Che Guevara.   Before the right had Trump to idolize and ignore his numerous deficiencies, the Left had Che Guevara.   In Exposing The True Che Guevara:  And The Useful Idiots Who Idolize Him, Humberto Fontova, a Cuban immigrant who is clearly NOT a fan of his, described encountering Carlos Santana and giving him grief for wearing a Che Guevara t-shirt as so many people do, citing the man’s many atrocities under Castro’s regime.  Santana’s reaction – imagine this in Tommy Chong’s voice – “you’re getting hung up on the facts, man!”

Broken SG.   Nowadays it seems Santana plays exclusively Paul Reed Smith guitars.  But back in the day, he had a cherry red Gibson SG Special with dot inlays and P90 pickups, which he played at Woodstock.  For some reason – most likely the guitar wouldn’t stay in tune – he wanted a replacement, but wasn’t actually running the band (!), so it vetoed his demand.  So he smashed the guitar, destroying it, and then said, “THERE.  Now you have to buy me a new guitar.”

Jam Band.   If you listen to the Fillmore show from 1968, or the Woodstock performance, or the first album, it’s clear that early Santana is very similar to the Grateful Dead and the Allman Brothers – definitely a jam band.   In fact, Gregg Rolie and Neil Schon, better known from Journey, were in his band early on (Rolie from the beginning).   Not only that, if you listen to Journey’s first album, they’re more like a prog band and don’t sound much, if anything, like the band that gave us “Don’t Stop Believing” and “Open Arms” with later singer Steve Perry. 

This is why I needed to see him in concert.  I checked Setlist.fm and verified that live, he’s still playing his classic tunes.  Of the rest, fairly recent album Supernatural gets the most coverage, 6 songs, including “Smooth”.  The later tunes are shorter.   Live, he’s still giving some good jams. 

I’m ambivalent about otherwise talented guitarists who bury their decent guitar solos in music I really don’t care for:  Prince comes to mind, plus late model Don Felder.   His two songs on the Heavy Metal soundtrack, recorded exclusively for that album, are far superior (in my humble opinion) to any of his solo work since leaving the Eagles. 

With Santana there’s a ton of African rhythms, latin and jazz stuff which can tax my tolerance for jam band material.   But then I was hearing a strong Ray Manzarek influence with the keyboardist – and then Santana himself started off the distinctive and instantly recognizable solo intro for “Light My Fire”, followed by snippets of Stones material, and even a bit of “Day Tripper”, giving us some classic rock material amidst all the worldbeat stuff we might get from Mickey Hart.   Suffice to say he’s all over the place.  And for a guy born in 1947, he can still play guitar.  If he has any health issues I couldn’t see them from where I was in the audience. 

College Park (Origins).   Along with early Scorpions – Lonesome Crow and Fly to the Rainbow – Santana, in particular Viva Santana, was another learning experience of College Park.  Eventually that led me to Peter Green era Fleetwood Mac to seek out the original “Black Magic Woman”, and check out Live in Boston Vol 1, which also has “Green Manalishi” – better known from Judas Priest’s cover of it.  Of course, PG era FM are also a jam band – and Green was a big fan of the Dead.  “Oh Well” is probably the go-to jam song for his era of ‘Mac.

WTF?   As I expected, Santana made one “speech” exhorting the crowd to get crazy.  It was couched in metaphysical language guaranteed to confuse everyone.  I think he tries it out beforehand with the band members and roadies and if anyone can figure out what he’s trying to say, he scratches it out and starts over. 

Concessions.   By now I’ve seen enough shows that I’m not compelled to buy a t-shirt as a matter of principle.  My preference is for a shirt with tour dates on the back.   A blank back t-shirt doesn’t tell the world I purchased it at a concert.  Sadly, the best front design is not always the one with tour dates on the back, and the latter shirt may well have a dull or suboptimal design.  Sadly, that was the case here. Santana did have guitar-shaped magnet/bottle openers which were nice enough.   It won’t go any further than my fridge, which I don’t take around in public with me, but it will open bottles and stay on the fridge.  Just as well.

Parking Lot.   I had to leave early, before hearing “Smooth”, to avoid being trapped in the parking lot for eternity.  The venue, originally Nissan Pavilion, has been here since May 1997, but to date they still do not have a legitimate system to allow the parking lot to empty at the end of the show (though I did see an Uber/Lyft pickup location identified, which might actually work for people who live somewhere close to Bristow).  The only way to avoid idling with everyone else for an hour after the show is to leave before the encore.   With Alice in Chains a few weeks before, my problem was solved by Alice in Chains going on first and KORN being the final band, who I didn’t care to see, least of all to endure the parking issue. 

 

In any case, here is the Jiffy Lube Live set.  My favorites are “Evil Ways”, “Oye Como Va”, “Black Magic Woman”, and “Smooth” – though I didn’t get to hear that last tune.

https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/santana/2019/jiffy-lube-live-bristow-va-739ff601.html

Who Was Prince William?

On Wednesday morning I had a return date (status hearing at which trial date is set) in Prince William County General District Court in Manassas, Virginia.   Upon completing my actual legal business it finally occurred to me to ask, after having practiced in Northern Virginia in general and PWC itself in particular since 1994, “who was Prince William?”  And with the county itself dating back to 1731 (before even the American Revolution), it obviously cannot be named after Prince William, Duke of Cambridge, the older son of Prince Charles and Lady Diana, born in 1982. 

Prince William County, Virginia.  Named after Prince William (1721-1765) (the Duke of Cumberland, buried in Westminster Abbey in London), third youngest son of King George II of England (predecessor to the more infamous King George III who reigned during our Revolution).   His own notoriety extended to the Jacobite Rebellion in England and some action in the Seven Years War – better known to us as the French & Indian War.  The Jacobite Rebellion (1745) was the last of a series of revolts which attempted to return the prior Stuart dynasty to the throne of England, Scotland, and Wales, which had been taken over by the House of Hanover, which lasted until Queen Victoria.  She was married to Prince Albert, of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, and her son Edward VII took over in 1901.  He died in 1910, and George V took over.  In 1917, at war with Germany, they decided to change the name from Saxe-Coburg & Gotha to Windsor, so Edward VIII (1938), George VI (1938-1952, played by Colin Firth in "The King's Speech"), and Elizabeth II (1952 to present) are all monarchs of the House of Windsor, though tracing ancestry back to George I (1714-1727) who famously spoke more German than English.  Rumors of Queen Victoria having a German accent - though her own husband was German - are apparently not true.  However, her eldest grandchild was none other than Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany.  (See my blog post on the Hohenzollerns back on 1/6/17.)    
  

The major two areas in Prince William County are Manassas and Woodbridge, the county seat and courthouse being in the former.   Downtown Manassas is actually fairly small.  The courthouse has a cafeteria in the basement, the Juvenile & Domestic Relations Court (child support between unmarried parents, spousal support outside divorce, and domestic abuse cases) on the ground floor, General District Court (civil cases under $25,000, misdemeanors and traffic cases) on the first floor, and Circuit Court (civil cases over $25,000, felonies, divorces) on the second floor).  The courthouse is fairly new, but I could not ascertain when it was built.  It predates my own ascent to Virginia bar-dom in 1994, so I’m guessing sometime in the 1980s or early 1990s.  The Manassas battlefield, where the various Bull Run battles of the Civil War took place, is also here, as is Jiffy Lube Live, formerly Nissan Pavilion, a large concert venue, somewhat of a semi-outdoor pavilion similar to Merriweather Post Pavilion in Columbia, Maryland.  I recognize PWC police handling security at the concerts. 

John & Lorena Bobbitt.  I’d consider these the PWC court’s most famous trials. This was the famous couple – the wife cut off her allegedly abusive husband’s “Little Brother” which was successfully re-attached.  Each was charged with crimes (A&B for her, rape for him) and each was actually acquitted. 

Fairfax (City) and County.  Named after Thomas Fairfax, 6^th Lord Fairfax of Cameron (1693-1781).  He actually lived in Virginia and developed those lands.  His estate at Greenway Court, Clarke County, Virginia (far west in the boondocks near West Virginia) seems to be nominal by now. 

Arlington County.  Named after Henry Bennet, the First Earl of Arlington (1618-1685).   English nobleman.  This is the Virginia county which, if you look at its dimensions, appears to be the lower southwest quadrant of the District of Columbia.   DC is split into four quadrants, divided north-south by Independence and Constitution Ave., and east-west by North and South Capital Streets, which are slightly off-center of the apex to the east by a few blocks.  “Southwest” is actually fairly small, because most of what we would think of as southwest is actually Arlington County, Virginia, ceded back to Virginia in 1846.  I lived there from 1990 (graduating from University of Maryland, College Park) until 2004 (moving to my current whereabouts, not far away in Fairfax County).   Note:  for those 14 years I was never called for jury duty in Arlington County.  Immediately upon moving to Fairfax County in October 2004 I received a jury duty summons, which I successfully evaded being a practicing attorney in Fairfax County.

Arlington County’s most famous building is the five-sided Pentagon.   Maybe you’ve heard of it.

Loudoun County.   Named after John Campbell, Fourth Earl of Loudoun (1705-1782).  A contemporary of Prince William, even served under him in the Jacobite Rebellion.  The county seat is Leesburg.  I’ve had numerous cases in the courthouse there. 

By the way.  In front of the courthouse is a Confederate statue.  We’ll see how long that lasts, but if you’re out to get rid of Confederate statues, Virginia in general and Richmond in particular will be a big task.  My own assessment is that the Confederates attempted to secede in April 1861 with the express intention, consistently maintained by all the major Confederates, of retaining their “peculiar institution” of slavery.  Any other issues of “states’ rights” are therefore irrelevancies added decades after the fact retroactively to justify a rebellion when slavery was long discredited and nowhere close to being a popular cause.  That being the case, we really have no legitimate reason to celebrate or treasure the rebellion.  Having said that, we might want to allow “these people” (as Robert E. Lee might put it) the prerogative to keep Richmond itself as the exclusive territory in which any such statues and memorials can remain out of sheer historical significance. 

Richmond (City).  The capital of Virginia and of the Confederacy (1861-65) is actually named after another city, Richmond, near London, England.  No biography here. 

Virginia (Commonwealth of).  So far was we can tell, it’s named after Queen Elizabeth I (Cate Blanchett), often referred to as the Virgin Queen. 

Now on to Maryland…

Prince George’s County.  The day after my status hearing in Manassas, I had a personal injury trial in PG County District Court, located in the county seat of Upper Marlboro, Maryland.  The county is the Maryland one bordering DC to the east.  Upper Marlboro is fairly small and is just a few blocks deep. I passed by Lower Marlboro, maybe 10-20 miles south, on my way back up from the Solomons Island area on a recent road trip. 

Named after Prince George of Denmark (1653-1708) (also Duke of Cumberland and also buried in Westminster Abbey in London).   His claim to fame was being the husband of Queen Anne of England – the sister of Mary, wife of William of Orange (as in “William & Mary University”).   Thus he was around the same time as Louis XIV of France. 

Montgomery County.  Named after Richard Montgomery (1738-1775, buried in NYC), a Revolutionary War general who died in the war.   County seat is Rockville, and it’s Maryland’s most prosperous county, bordering on DC to the west.  I lived in Montgomery Village from 1969 to 1979 – the first ten years of my life.

On a school trip as a kid we went to the District Court.  Years later I practiced there as an attorney, though a newer building has recently opened up.  I practice in the next door Circuit Court building quite often, in fact filing all my uncontested divorces there.    

Frederick (City and County).  Unclear exactly who the second largest city in Maryland (and its county) is named after, though Calvert (below) is one candidate.

 

Baltimore (City and County).   Name after Cecil Calvert, the Second Baron Baltimore (1605-1675).   He was effectively the governor of Maryland from 1632 to 1675, though unlike Lord Fairfax he stayed in England during this time.

The city itself is by far the largest city in Maryland.  The City and County are separate, with the county buildings, including the District and Circuit Court buildings, in Towson, which is just inside the Baltimore Beltway (695) off York Road.  The city court buildings can be seen now and then in “The Wire”, which not only takes place in Baltimore but is actually filmed there as well.

   

Then you’ve got Sir Lord Baltimore, a British rock band from the early 1970s.  Not sure if they ever actually toured Baltimore, Maryland.   

Maryland.  Named after Henrietta Maria of France (1625-1669), wife of King Charles I, a Stuart monarch executed in the English Civil War, and mother of King Charles II.   We pronounce the state’s name “Marilynd”, like Marilyn Monroe.  I attended the University of Maryland, College Park (main campus) from 1986 to 1990 and graduated with a B.S. in general business and a B.A. in government & politics, a double degree (156 credits) and not a double major.  With my mother’s recent move to Herndon, Virginia from Frederick, Maryland, that means no more relatives living in Maryland anymore. 

Hopefully that should satisfy our curiosity – to the extent anyone cared.  I did.  Did you?

I’ve Solved Everything (You’re Welcome)

I had various ideas which I was hoping to incorporate into some brilliant novel, but the plot itself evaded me.  So rather than let these ideas waste away without a PKD/RAH-influenced novel to enshrine them in, I’d just as soon blurt them out in a blog instead of reviewing another concert or movie. 

Warning:  I started out as a Republican and drifted towards the Libertarians, so keep that in mind.

Vices.   For some reason, many people have successfully convinced the federal and state governments that vices such as sex (prostitution), gambling, and drugs should be illegal, mainly because “we don’t like them”.   But they can’t stop us wanting these things, so we have to resort to illicit sources, e.g. organized crime, to satisfy many of these needs – with a few exceptions.   Since 2012, however, states like Colorado and Washington, among others growing by the year, have astutely recognized that, at least with regard to marijuana, these vices can not only be managed, but actually serve as an excellent source of income for the state government.

I say, take it  a step further, and legalize all drugs, prostitution, and gambling.   But give the government a monopoly on them, at Federal Pleasure Centers.   The feds can recruit Class A courtesans, Class B porn actresses, and Class C any woman or man willing to have sex for money and doesn’t have VD or some other hangup or problem, and set up brothels.   Essentially Uncle Sam becomes a pimp.  

These centers can also serve as casinos, raking in money from poker, blackjack, roulette, etc.  We already have a form of legalized gambling subsidizing state budgets, called the lottery.  It’s 100% voluntary and pays out a fraction of what it takes in; in 2016 state lotteries made a profit of $20 billion.  Expand the idea to more traditional forms of gambling.   

Finally, these centers can sell pure and authentic drugs, mass-produced at low cost, and consumed in facilities monitored with health care personnel and killer soundtracks or even club spaces to feature live entertainment.  That includes heroin, meth, LSD, psychedelic mushrooms, marijuana, etc. all rendered less dangerous by at least being pure and authentic, not cut with anything else.   Security are on board to take care of anyone who decides to get violent or cause problems.  The Acid Tests of the mid-60s brought back again under federal auspices.    So now it’s not just the lottery raising money voluntarily.

Proper Function of Government.   At the same time we’re raising money voluntarily, we can see about reducing the size of government.   Cut out corporate subsidies and reduce the military (GOP indulgences).  Nix this nonsense about social welfare (see below) and redistributing wealth (Democrat indulgences).   Once we cut the fat from the budget we have a fighting chance of being able to fund the truly legitimate functions of government by purely voluntary financing.

Roads.   This is a tricky business as roads aren’t about protecting individual rights, so could fall outside the traditional libertarian functions of government.  But the economists among us recognize them as public goods which incur free rider problems.  The way around this is to fund roads with gas taxes and tolls, the latter made simpler these days with EZPass, as we’re no longer chucking coins into baskets at toll plazas.   Can the roads be maintained solely with gas taxes and tolls?   I don’t know.   Get the CATO accountants to figure it out.  But it’s worth at least nominal consideration.

Homeless.   I thought about this and came up with what I think MAY be a solution.   There are three types of homeless people.   Class A are the disabled, either physically or mentally, who are legitimately incapable of being self-supporting in their lifetimes.   No amount of training or therapy will push them high enough to pay their own way.  They will need to be looked after until they’re no longer living.  

Class C are the able-bodied who lost their jobs and had no savings, but would be ready and willing to work if someone found a job they could handle – ideally with their existing skill set but retrained if necessary.  They have no principled objection to working and no physical or mental impediment to doing so.

Set up homeless communities – not shelters in the center of town – which are isolated and secure.   Their purpose is to look after Class A’s indefinitely.   They can be staffed by Class C’s.   “Out of sight, out of mind”?  If the homeless are truly being cared for indefinitely I’d say that’s a moot point, we’ve addressed the substantive issue of people who cannot support themselves being looked after and cared for, which is what matters.

 

Oh, and what I would call Class B – I don’t know how many there are.  They’re the slackers and “bums”, anyone who is technically Class C but insists on being supported like Class A’s, or solicits charity pretending to be homeless.  If the shelters can successfully accommodate the Class A’s and C’s as described, we’re no longer concerned about the Class B’s.  

These shelters will not be self-sufficient and will require some form of subsidy.   However, we’ve heard plenty of people claim to care about the homeless.   Leaving aside the Donald Trumps and other wealthy types intent on holding on to their money (as they have every right to do, as meanspirited as it may sound), nevertheless it seems there are also plenty of rich people who at least profess to care about the less fortunate.   I sense they realize they have more money than they can use in their own lifetimes and derive some substantial and genuine self-satisfaction and pride in sharing it and helping their less fortunate comrades.  Add up all the $$ it would take to successfully house all the Class A’s in our country, present the total amount to a clique of sincere wealthy philanthropists, and see if they can meet the bill pro rata.   For all we know it can be done without a single penny in taxes.   

I have no idea if these are actually practical or doable – that would a good job for a think tank to determine (e.g. CATO).   But the sum total is to provide a support structure for the truly hopeless, pay for roads without public funding, and harness our baser instincts in a safe and profitable manner to pay for the legitimate functions of government WITHOUT TAXES.   I’d say that’s worth looking into.

Iron Maiden Revisited

On Wednesday night my brother Matt and I managed to catch Iron Maiden playing at Jiffy Lube Live at Bristow, in northern Virginia.   While I’m trying to avoid simply blogging about literally every concert I see, in this case the topic merits some serious attention for various issues.

First, thank you Matt for the tickets.  These were Pit – up against the railing as close to the band as possible short of being on stage.  We were towards the left, but the various band members, with the obvious exception of drummer Nicko McBrain, came by our side of the stage.  Nicko did come by to satisfy a nearby fan’s request for a drumstick – who was a fellow Clutch fan, in fact with several sticks from JP already.  

Opening acts.  If there is a temp agency for opening acts, Raven Age definitely came from it.  Matching outfits, forgettable tuneage, standard issue banter, this is a band remarkable only for its mediocrity. 

For their part, Maiden obviously started out as an opening act back in the day (the early ‘80s), with the Beast on the Road Tour in 1982 being their first headlining tour, though some legs of that tour were as an opening act to various other bands such as Rainbow (Ritchie Blackmore’s post-Deep Purple solo band) and Judas Priest (Screaming for Vengeance).   In 1980 we were supposed to see KISS in Paris, France, on their Unmasked Tour at Hippodrome de Pantin (now the Zenith) on 9/27, but that show was cancelled, and our friend’s father took us to see “Airplane!” on the Champs Elysees instead.  The opening act on that tour was Iron Maiden, back when Paul D’ianno was still singing. 

Set.  Since the Book of Souls tour was back in 2017, this was the Legacy of the Beast Tour.  I posted a link to the setlist for those inclined to satisfy their curiosity.  They’d already done a prior tour in which they only played songs from the first four albums – and Janick Gers was still happily twirling away – this time it was the best of the first sixteen albums.    Remarkably that included two songs they recorded with Blaze Bayley on X Factor and Virtual XI (1995 and 1998).  We won’t hold our breaths waiting for Ozzy Osbourne to sing “Heaven & Hell” or “Born Again”.   For me the highlight was “Revelations”.

Dickinson cheekily inferred in his stage banter that there will probably be another new album from the band forthcoming.  In the meantime we enjoyed the older material.  “Run to the Hills”?  “Hallowed Be Thy Name”?  Yep.  “Alexander the Great”?  “Rhyme of the Ancient – MARINER!”?  “The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner”?  Don’t want to spoil it for you….

Janick Gers.   Despite Adrian Smith’s return to the band in 1999 along with Bruce Dickinson, Gers remained with the band, Maiden joining Lynyrd Skynyrd in having three guitarists (no “Freebird” cover yet forthcoming – perhaps an all-covers set, preferably including “Cross-Eyed Mary” and “Rainbow’s Gold”, is in order).   I picture the following scenario playing out. 

Rod Smallwood (Iron Maiden manager).  “Well, thank you for your service, Janick, but with Adrian back we won’t be needing you any longer.”

Janick.  “I thought you might say that, [hands Rod an envelope of compromising information] so you might want to look at these.  The Daily Mail and the FBI might have some interest in what’s here….”

Rod (clearly surprised and embarrassed but quickly regaining composure).  “We’re glad you’re continuing with us, Janick….”

Nonetheless he romps around the stage with energy and enthusiasm, whether it’s a late model song he helped write or an earlier song he had nothing to do with.  In fact, all the band members seem to share his agility and enthusiasm.  Adrian Smith does the best at hiding his own – affecting coolness instead.

Actually, this band has been around since the late ‘70s, with Bruce Dickinson singing the majority of this time (1982-1993 and 2000 to the present).   That’s over 40 years.  The band has never broken up during all this time.  Here I am, leaning against the barrier to stay up and generally preferring to sit for most concerts these days, and here the band members – except for Nicko – are romping around for the duration of the set, just under two hours.  A look at the tour itinerary on the back of the t-shirt shows the tour is just over two months, generally with a day off between different cities.  It covers the East Coast of the US, Chicago and some mid-west shows, and the West Coast with L.A. and Oakland.   This doesn’t include dates overseas:  Europe, Asia, South America – Brazil are HUGE Iron Maiden fans – and maybe even Antarctica if Bruce can land Ed Force One there. 

Ed Force One.  In addition to fencing (fighting with swords, not selling stolen merchandise), singer Bruce Dickinson also qualifies as a commercial airline pilot, competent to fly jumbo jets.  So the band acquired (leased, purchased, stole, I have no clue) a 747 for their exclusive use, which they call “Ed Force One”, and which Bruce flies himself (let’s see Paul or Blaze do that).  This lets them fly to places like India, Brazil, and Westeros, and other places they might not otherwise tour.  Mick & Keith have their own mobile studio?  How cute.

West Ham.   It’s no secret that bassist Steve Harris is a major fan of English Premier League soccer team West Ham FC, “The Hammers”, from southeast London.  The story is he wanted to play for them but for whatever reason could not.  The irony is that Harris is far better known with Iron Maiden than he would ever have been with West Ham, which never matched London rivals Chelsea or Arsenal – or Liverpool or Manchester United – for success in the Premier League.  Outside its home territory I dare say 99% of West Ham’s fans are actually Iron Maiden fans.  At the last show I was up close wearing a West Ham jersey and got Harris’ thumbs up of approval.  This time around I was wearing a Clutch shirt, but noticed no less than 3 three fans wearing West Ham jerseys.   For their part, Maiden have been selling their own jerseys, and I’ve seen that some appear to be Maiden versions of existing designs (AC Milan and German national team).   Anyhow, Harris has various West Ham items on his person – decal on his bass, seal on his tank top – and the team’s crossed hammers crest featured in the stained glass backdrop for “Revelations”. 

“Don’t Be That Guy”.  In the movie “PCU”, Jeremy Piven’s character Droz tells Jon Favreau’s character Gutter not to be “that guy” who wears the t-shirt of the band he’s actually going to see, at their show.  I found that advice idiotic.  Droz, you’re more important than Parliament-Funkadelic?  You’re cooler than George Clinton?  I don’t think so.

 A Maiden show is unique in this regard.  It seems at any other show, 50% of the audience is wearing the band’s t-shirt, the other 50% taking Droz’ advice and wearing other band’s t-shirts, or even sports jerseys or whatever.  At a Maiden show it looks like 80% of the audience told Droz to get lost.  I don’t think there’s another rock band as diligent at producing its own shirts as Maiden is.  For any given tour you can expect 4-6 different designs, including many designs exclusive to the venue itself.  If you’re going to collect things, Iron Maiden concert t-shirts is a good idea, especially as this can include the afore-mentioned soccer jersey variants which are now getting more numerous by the year.  And at non-Maiden concerts you can usually count on seeing at least one person wearing a Maiden shirt – maybe as a matter of principle or expressly assigned for that purpose.  So this time around, despite not sharing Droz’ attitude, I wore a Clutch shirt figuring that the MD band was in more need of exposure at an Iron Maiden concert than concert t-shirt kings Maiden themselves.  The oldest shirt I saw was a World Piece Tour (1983) item, worn by a guy who looked old enough to have seen that show as a teenager.  

Women and Children First.   Metal concerts are notorious for this business where the lines for the restroom are heavily switched on the M side.  Maiden, the second half of the name notwithstanding, are no different.  However, the women I saw at this show appeared eager and sincere in their appreciation and frequently sang the lyrics along with me reliably, accurately and above all enthusiastically.  They were not reluctant concert companions.

Fortunately most of the children I see also seem to be thrilled to be there.  Last year I saw one boy who was definitely not sharing his parents’ enthusiasm; kid, you’re cooler than Maiden, so you can act bored?  I don’t think so.  This year the kids were with the program.  If there’s one problem is that they are usually much shorter than the adults, so the parents really have to work around that.  The security won’t let the kids up on the parent’s shoulders.  Front row of the seats might be the best for kids who aren’t adult height.

A Few Props.   All too often you hear about how great a band is live.   Why?   Why is Iron Maiden that great live?

A.         Energy.  I’d heard the first album through Powerslave but didn’t feel compelled to see them in concert.  Then I heard Live After Death, recorded on the World Slavery Tour (1984-85) for the Powerslave album.  WHOA.  The live versions were faster, more intense, far more interesting than the studio versions.  For the next album, Somewhere in Time, I made it a point to see them live.  They came to Paris when I was in Maryland, they came to Maryland when I was in Paris, then they finally came back to Maryland again and I was able to see them (4/7/87 as noted below). 

B.         Props. The stage show is fantastic.  This time around we got an inflatable Spitfire for “Aces High” (which they play in Germany, by the way), Eddie lurching around for “The Trooper”, an inflatable Icarus for “Flight of Icarus” (make sure you get the inflatables right, Derek) and a big inflatable Eddie skull for the encore.  Few bands can top the stage presence Maiden have.  One thing you don’t get is simply the band members coming out on stage playing their instruments looking bored.  And this is in addition to their own excitement and enthusiasm, not instead of it, so the band complement their props and background, rather than relying upon it.  Total package.

C.         Bruce.  I didn’t see the band with Paul or Blaze, so I can’t compare them.  But Bruce Dickinson consistently brings the goods.  Excellent voice, great presence, a good selection of different outfits and costumes to suit the various songs, and above all the clever wit and dialogue he gives us,: e.g. playing in Virginia, a song called “The Clansman” – which any idiot knows is about Scots/Picts – he gives us the useful reminder that the song’s title is spelled with a C and not a K.  That’s in addition to his fencing and pilot skills, from this, the band’s implausibly overqualified vocalist.  Rest assured, you will be entertained. 

Current Track Record.  Now I’ve seen Iron Maiden 8 times:  4/7/87 Baltimore Arena; 8/8/88 Cap Centre; 2/1/90 Patriot Centre; 7/29/03 Merriweather Post Pavilion; 7/24/05 Ozzfest Nissan Pavilion; 7/20/10 Jiffy Lube Live; 6/3/17 Jiffy Lube Live; and 7/24/19 Jiffy Lube Live.  Add to that a Bruce Dickinson solo show at the Birch Hill in New Jersey 10/3/97 and Paul D’ianno at Circo Voador in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil 1/19/05.  

Earth Rocker Festival

Recently I attended the third of three Earth Rocker Festivals at Shiley Acres in West Virginia, an outdoor venue not far from Martinsburg and just under two hours away from where I live in Northern Virginia.  The weather was predictably warm and humid – as usual for this area at this time of year - but fortunately not rainy, and this is a venue for which cover from the elements is effectively limited to (A) the band on stage, (B) the concession stands, and (C) whoever brought a tent.  That would effectively leave out the majority of the audience area and the audience itself. 

As it was, the warm weather presented a different challenge:  dehydration.   Last year I had to stake out a good position near the stage, as I also wanted to see Corrosion of Conformity and Black Label Society, the two bands going on immediately before Clutch, which precluded trips to the concession stands for water, beer, or soft drinks.  As a result, by 67% through Clutch’s set I was feeling very weak.  I had to leave during “Elephant Riders”, one of my favorite songs – which fortunately they played at the Ram’s Head Live in Baltimore the following December, much to my relief. 

This time around I was forewarned and despite feeling no thirst, I imbibed two Mike’s Hard Dark Cherry Lemonades and three Classic Cokes.  This kept me up and running until the very end of Clutch’s set.  Indeed, such was my condition that those five full beverages did not send me to the white booths, nor did I have to aim & shoot until I arrived home.   Clutch took the stage at 7 p.m. and played until 8:20.  I managed to get home around 10:20, just about 2 hours later.  

I’m beginning to question the practicality of outdoor festivals.  Assuming it doesn’t rain, you may have the excessive heat issue unless you schedule for April, May or September, or it’s somewhere like California where the weather is pleasant year round.  I may have noted earlier how I managed to see TOOL (5/10 at Hampton Coliseum in southeast Virginia) and Judas Priest (5/12 at the Anthem in DC) both at indoor venues, whereas the outdoor festival featuring both bands together on 5/11 in Rockingham, North Carolina was rained out that day.  D’oh!

Since seeing AC/DC at Bercy in 1984, I’ve been to 255 concerts, of which 13 could be considered outdoor events.  For these purposes I’m excluding stadiums and semi-enclosed amphitheaters (even Jones Beach Arena on Long Island) from this definition.  Donington Monsters of Rock (now Download) at 1985 was at a race track, the only cover was for the stage itself.  The Shindig festival in Baltimore – three years – and Earth Rocker in West Virginia were likewise completely outdoors with no cover except for the band on stage.  Blue Oyster Cult played a ski resort in September 2002 in northern New Jersey, and the Fairfax County Fair in 2005.  Grand Funk Railroad played at the Belmont Country Club just south of Leesburg, Virginia.  Fortunately none of these events were rained out, but any of them could have been.  For some reason I experienced no dehydration issues at any of these shows.  As noted, whoever was hoping to see both Tool AND Judas Priest in North Carolina this May was rained out of luck.  Having questioned the logic of outdoor shows, I will say that the ones I attended were enjoyable.  Who dares, wins, I guess.

I already blogged about Waze (4/1/16:  “In Praise of Waze”) so I’ll keep this comment brief.  Both last year and this year the GPS did the same thing: sent me up and back by different routes.  This year the northwest route went by Route 9 northwest of Leesburg and hooked up with 340.  The way back took me up 340 to 15 to Frederick and southeast from there.  Even when I supposedly know where I’m going, Waze alerts me to cops, traffic jams, and sometimes gives me alternative scenic routes which are aesthetically pleasing, as my trip up to Earth Rocker was this time around.   Right at Leesburg, I went south on 15 to Route 9, and shortly after it crossed into West Virginia I was greeted with a phenomenal sight: a huge valley opened up in front of me.  If any of my readers know what it is I’m referring to, I’d appreciate it. 

Back to Earth Rocker itself.  The main band is Clutch, a Maryland band who’ve been around since 1993.  I blogged about them before https://formula57l.blogspot.com/2012/08/clutch-bakerton-group-and-company-band_6018.html.   Since then they’ve put out three more albums:  Earth Rocker (2013), Psychic Warfare (2015), and Book of Bad Decisions (2018).  Oddly, I made that post immediately after seeing my first Clutch concert at the Artscape Festival in Baltimore, Maryland, and since then have seen them 11 more times (!).  

Consider this:  both Clutch (Transnational Speedway League) and TOOL (Undertow) released their first albums in 1993.  Since that time, Clutch have released 11 more albums, whereas TOOL is promising #5 to come out this August.  I’ve now seen TOOL 4 times: 6/8/07 (Baltimore, MD), 7/30/09 (Fairfax, VA), 5/24/17 (Fairfax, VA), and 5/10/19 (Hampton, VA).  Suffice to say that Clutch seem to tour and record more aggressively than TOOL.

Earth Rocker 1 (5/20/17).  Clutch was the headliner, with the following bands in reverse order:  Lucero, The Sword, Bad Seed Rising, Apollo’s Prophecy, and School of Rock.   I chose to see Scott “Wino” Weinrich and The Obsessed at the Otto Bar in Baltimore that year, who I’d never seen before.  Wino is also from (Rockville) Maryland and appears on “Red Horse Rainbow” (Pure Rock Fury) which they played this time around.

 

Setlist:  Who Wants to Rock?; The Mob Goes Wild; Noble Savage; Cypress Grove; A Quick Death in Texas; You Can’t Stop Progress; Power Player; The Face; Firebirds!; Son of Virginia; Crucial Velocity; Earth Rocker; Spacegrass; A Good Fire; Gravel Road; Immortal; The Regulator; Encore: Electric Worry; One Eye Dollar; The Wolf Man Kindly Requests…

Earth Rocker 2 (8/4/18).  Clutch headlined, with Black Label Society – Zakk Wylde’s de facto Motorhead tribute band – and Corrosion of Conformity opening.  No rain, but dehydration.

Setlist: Gimme the Keys; Firebirds!; How to Shake Hands; Noble Savage; El Jefe Speaks; Big News I; The House That Peterbilt; The Dragonfly; Burning Beard; Hot Bottom Feeder; Earth Rocker; Promoter (of Earthbound Causes); The Elephant Riders [playing as I left]; In Walks Barbarella; Spacegrass (w/Pepper Keenan of Corrosion of Conformity); Encore: Electric Worry, X-Ray Visions

Earth Rocker 3 (7/13/19).   Clutch headlined again, with Killswitch Engage, the Cro-Mags, and Fireball Ministry opening.  I enjoyed FM and zoned out during the middle two bands.  Killswitch Dis-Engage, please.

Setlist: H.B. Is in Control; Ghoul Wrangler; How to Shake Hands; In Walks Barbarella; Red Horse Rainbow; Precious and Grace (ZZTop cover); The Regulator; Gimme the Keys; Willie Nelson (!!!); Noble Savage; The Face; Smoke Banshee; 50,000 Unstoppable Watts; Book of Bad Decisions; A Quick Death in Texas; Encore: Electric Worry; One Eye Dollar; Rats

Neil, Tim, Dan, and JP were in top form, as they always are.  Neil is one of the more clever, charismatic, and articulate vocalists.  This year’s highlights were the ZZTop cover and finally hearing “Willie Nelson” live.  In fact, I think that was the first song I heard from Clutch, on the High Volume compilation. Killer line:  “one thing’s for certain, Willie Nelson, only smokes killer weed.”   Clutch bring the GROOVE, big time.  Enjoy.

Stranger Things

Oops, I’ve never covered this one yet.   I’m not a fan of horror movies (or TV miniseries) so it’s unusual that I’d care about this, much less watch three whole seasons of it.   But here goes.  If I’m missing any obvious tributes to other horror e.g. Steven King, I plead first degree ignorance.  My flavor of horror comes from the Providence guy himself, H.P. Lovecraft. 

It’s 1983-85 in fictional Hawkins (Hawkwind?  That's what pops in my head), Indiana, which is in the USA, a place and time unlikely to see Red Army troops (“WOLVERINES!”).   Some kids, they look like 9-10 graders, are hooked on Dungeons & Dragons, the famous TSR role playing game we ourselves used to play a few years before that – before high school and discovering RuneQuest, a much better RPG.  Mind you, we played ADVANCED Dungeons & Dragons, not basic D&D. 

Anyhow.  A mysterious force penetrates their little town – not Indianapolis, not Chicago, but this place – and only two kids can recognize that something is wrong.   I found the horror & monster part of the series to be the least interesting with the various characters and their interactions, including but not limited to D&D, to be far more compelling – plus the heavy dose of 80’s nostalgia.

A local lab run by Matthew Modine is conducting top-secret experiments which open a portal into another dimension.  As a result, Will Byers (see below) is sucked into the dimension much to his mom's (Winona Ryder) stress and confusion. 

In season 1 (November 1983) the whole thing starts out and we’re introduced to all the characters, in particular the four main boys with their fixation on D&D, plus the main adult characters AND the 800 lb gorilla of “Eleven”, the mysterious, shaven-headed girl with psychic powers.  If there’s a central poster girl for this series across all three seasons – in which her hair gets progressively longer and her social skills improve to the point of having a social life – it’s Eleven. But as noted below, part of the charm of the series is that there are multiple entertaining characters and the monster and/or evil are actually the least interesting parts of the whole thing.  In fact, they’re all so likeable that we actually DO care if they live or die, and we DO enjoy seeing each of them elicit myriad unexpected skills to defeat the evil forces at odds with them.

Will gets sucked into the alternate dimension (Upside Down) and they try to rescue him.  He does manage – with some difficulty – to communicate with his mom.  There’s a monster, which they refer to as “The Demogorgon” (uh, Demogorgon is a single demon lord, so it should just be “Demogorgon”, but since he’s rated as highly intelligent we’re talking something which should be articulate and MUCH bigger).   The main human bad guy is Dr. Brenner (Matthew “so does that mean Anne-Margaret’s NOT coming?” Modine). 

In season 2 (October 1984), Billy & Max show up, and Will is haunted by another monster from the Upside Down - or maybe it's the same one.  How many are there?  Samwise, the RadioShack manager, rekindles his romance with Will’s Mom, El moves in with Hopper.  The boys trick-or-treat dressed as the Ghostbusters (remember them?).  There’s another showdown with the monsters and it’s up to Hopper, Joyce and Eleven to fix stuff.  Do they?   Watch it and see.

In season 3 (June 1985) “Back to the Future” is playing in the movie theaters.  [We were in London that summer and Sean O’Connor and I, attempting the see the film in Paris, turned back when the lines were too long.  We ended up seeing it as the in-flight movie going back to the US from Paris in summer 1986.]

A local mall opened and is threatening to put the local Main Street stores out of business.  Moreover, we quickly ascertain that there’s another secret scientific complex buried deep under the mall which is threatening to re-open the rift.  And it turns out that our #1 enemy from 1985 – no, it’s not Iran or North Korea – the Soviet Union, is behind it all.  Actually, with the USSR’s demise in 1991, which is now 28 years ago, seeing Red Army troops is a nice throwback.  While Vladimir Putin is certainly diabolical in his own way, the first Russian leader to elicit major hostility and contempt from the left-wing side of our country, nothing quite stokes up our 40-50-somethings’ vibes for bad guys like the Soviets.  Anyhow.

Here they add two more intriguing characters, both Russian.  First off is one of the scientists who they manage to capture, and somewhere along the way he develops an affinity for Slurpees – cherry, not strawberry [I concur with his assessment that there IS a difference, and cherry is better].   Second is the Soviets’ stern, crew-cutted enforcer, and if I’m living in California after moving to the US in the late 60s from my homeland of Austria, turning a bodybuilding career into an acting career and eventually serving as governor of California, I’d be thinking that – aside from not actually being a robot killer – this guy seems very familiar.  [See also:  Red Heat (1988).]

Core Quartet.   Will Byers (Noah Schnapp), Mike Wheeler (Finn Wolfhand), Dustin Henderson (Gaten Matarozzo), and Lucas Sinclair (Caleb McLaughlin).  Dustin’s hair sets him off, Lucas’ skin color (sorry) does the same for him, AND in S3 we meet his cocky and arrogant younger sister.  Will & Mike I get mixed up throughout all three seasons.   Even knowing Joyce is Will’s mom and Nancy is Mike’s older sister doesn’t help much. 

  

“Eleven” (Millie Bobby Brown).  Easily the most popular character.  In Season 1 she’s shaven-headed and practically mute.  In Season 2 she road trips and learns something of her mysterious past.  In Season 3 she’s more articulate, better dressed, and even “dating” Mikey.  Who knows how provocative she’ll be by Season 4.

Jonathan Byers (Charlie Heaton).  Will’s older brother.  Kind of a quiet, moody introvert, he eventually hooks up with Nancy.  

Sheriff Hopper (David Harbour).   Since Hawkins is too small for its own police department, the sheriff’s department is its de facto law enforcement agency.   Remarkably, with the Russians front and center in S3 no one so much as mentions the FBI (!!!!).   Surely there’s a branch office in Indianapolis?  Be that as it may, this gives bad-ass Sheriff Hopper the chance to impress us.   Maybe he went to school with Rod Swanson.

Steve Harrington (Joe Keery).   He starts off as Nancy’s boyfriend, kind of the “arrogant-but-full-of-shit” substanceless loser who dominated high school.   By season 3 he’s beginning to acknowledge his limitations – we’re actually starting to like him (!).  By that point he’s working the ice cream shop at the mall with Robin.

Robin (Maya Hawke).   Steve’s co-worker at the ice cream shop, they bond thanks to adverse conditions and some pretty schweet Russian truth serum (SP117?).  Finally Steve makes a weed reference!   In fact, if Hawkins had a weed dealer, it would either be Steve or Jonathan.

Supposedly “truth serums” such as sodium pentothal (also used, in much larger doses, for execution by lethal injection) relax the subject so they no longer resist interrogation.  Generally alcohol tends to work the same way.  [Elaine: "I can keep a secret!"  Jerry:  "No, too many people know your 'key'" (makes drinking gesture)] The CIA tried using LSD this way, but subjects on acid were too incoherent to provide any useful information. 

Nancy Wheeler (Natalia Dyer).  She starts off as Steve’s GF but winds up with Jonathan.  In S3 she works at the local newspaper, run by a bunch of assholes who don’t take her seriously and refer to her as “Nancy Drew”.

Billy & Maxine.   Older, moody male teenager driving a late 70’s Z/28 and his arrogant sister who is competitive with the boys at video games.  In S3 he’s possessed by the demons but we also learn his tragic backstory and WHY he’s such an asshole. 

Conspiracy Theory Guy.  Beard and glasses and no one takes him seriously though it turns out he’s actually right all along.  He lives in a remote location and despite his surprisingly astute romantic advice to Jonathan and Nancy (season 2) then Hopper & Joyce (season 3) he’s single himself and shows no likelihood of romance on his own behalf.  We’ll see if Conspiracy Theory Chick comes along in Season 4.  Stay tuned.

So what’s so special about “Stranger Things”?  Well, generally with horror movies we’re talking about generic, stupid teenagers who make stupid decisions which get them killed.  They’re up against immensely more intriguing and entertaining villains:  Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street), Jason Vorhees (Friday #13), or Michael Myers (Austin Powers and/or Halloween).   Occasionally you’ll have a protagonist like Ash (Bruce Campbell) but generally it’s the bad guys who are compelling and the good guys who are forgettable.  Hell, even HPL’s good guys are forgettable, especially compared to such juggernauts of evil as Cthulhu.   So here  you have a whole town of people who are fun to watch in their own right. 

As it is, I found the monster itself to be boring.  Huge, multi-limbed, but inarticulate – unlike Freddy (I’m unaware that Jason or MM say anything).   The monster has de facto human allies/accomplices in the three seasons.   In one and two they’re the perennial “government agency up to no good”, whereas in #3 we’ve got Russkis.   As noted above, that’s a fun bit of nostalgia for those of us old enough to remember the Cold War.

Dark City

Here’s another fairly short entry, as the movie was fairly simple and not particularly noteworthy or interesting, though to the extent it is, read further.

Here I’m paying homage to Obergruppenfuhrer John Smith, aka Rufus Sewell, by way of acknowledging this much earlier work of his: “Dark City”, from 1998.  He plays John Murdoch, who may or may not be a murderer, pursued by Police Inspector Frank Bumstead (William Hurt) in a mysterious city which never sees daylight.  Moreover there’s a beach resort, Shell Beach, which everyone seems to remember but can’t seem to recall any specific details about having been to.   Jennifer Connolly plays his wife Emma.  

It turns out there are mysterious strangers, The Strangers, who dominate the town with the assistance of a scientist, Dr. Shreber, played by Kiefer Sutherland.   Or rather, they try to, but Murdoch seems to be immune to their mind control powers and screws everything up.  Naturally he’s the key to unravelling everything.

Eventually there’s a showdown and everything falls apart.  It’s all very artsy and pretentious.   The most obvious comparison is “The Matrix”, but this has a more 40s film noir flavor to it.  My own inclination was:  “where is the damn sun?  Why is it never daylight?  And why doesn’t anyone notice that?”   Overall I’d say the best part of the film is the fact that it ends.