Post by brianlux on Mar 15, 2005 20:11:05 GMT -5
Hi there folks. My review of the S.F. show was written after only a few hours sleep and I was still in awe. (This was my first attendance of a live show in twelve years, due to ear damage from an exlosion in 1993, and the first time I'd seen Paul perform). Kathy was kind enough to post my review so I'll make a few ammendments here.
Yes, those shakey things were maracas Keven was playing on Skyway, not marimbas... (now THAT would be a trick!) and if they DID sound like a "Fucking drunk Holiday Inn Band", I'd have gone anyway just for the fun of it!
No offense intended to the S.F. crowd when I said "the reponse seemed just sort of flat". Most of you probably hadn't waited 12 years to see someone this great play. But, c'mon, let's give Paul a little more his due next time. My wife's more of a modern country fan and SHE was having more fun than several of the folks around us (besides me, of course!).
I said I was mortified when Paul smashed the brown stained guitar over his amp (well, it WAS a beautiful guitar!), but I'd have to say thrilled as well. Firey passion. That's rock 'n roll. It reminded me of watching Jimi Hendrix in 1968 at Winterland, S.F. Jimi's amp kept cutting out and at the end of the show he flashed us the peace sign and speared the head of his Strat into one of his Marshall cabinets. Glorious feedback and me, a seventeen year old kid at his first big rock show!
Paul and Friends were great, even despite the occasional flaws. Meeting Paul after the show was wonderful and as tired as he was and with injured head, was so gracious to do so. No overbearing ego in this man. He's honest, a gentleman. A hell of a great rocker, and an introspective song craftsman. How could we not like him!
Yes, those shakey things were maracas Keven was playing on Skyway, not marimbas... (now THAT would be a trick!) and if they DID sound like a "Fucking drunk Holiday Inn Band", I'd have gone anyway just for the fun of it!
No offense intended to the S.F. crowd when I said "the reponse seemed just sort of flat". Most of you probably hadn't waited 12 years to see someone this great play. But, c'mon, let's give Paul a little more his due next time. My wife's more of a modern country fan and SHE was having more fun than several of the folks around us (besides me, of course!).
I said I was mortified when Paul smashed the brown stained guitar over his amp (well, it WAS a beautiful guitar!), but I'd have to say thrilled as well. Firey passion. That's rock 'n roll. It reminded me of watching Jimi Hendrix in 1968 at Winterland, S.F. Jimi's amp kept cutting out and at the end of the show he flashed us the peace sign and speared the head of his Strat into one of his Marshall cabinets. Glorious feedback and me, a seventeen year old kid at his first big rock show!
Paul and Friends were great, even despite the occasional flaws. Meeting Paul after the show was wonderful and as tired as he was and with injured head, was so gracious to do so. No overbearing ego in this man. He's honest, a gentleman. A hell of a great rocker, and an introspective song craftsman. How could we not like him!