Chick Music
I took Lisa and the girls to the historic Cains Ballroom on Thursday night to see Colbie Caillat.
I didn't stay for the show, I was just the chauffeur. It was a sold out show, and there were hundreds of girls in line at the Cains, and about two dozen boyfriends, all looking whipped, like they would rather be anyplace else but there. Once I dropped off the girls, I did the manly thing, and went on a twenty mile bike ride.
When I went to pick them up, the show was still going on, and so I walked down the street to a little hole in the wall pub and ordered a beer. Then Brooklyn called, and told me that she had talked the bouncer at the Cains into letting me come into the show. I tried the best I could to get out of it, but she would not be persuaded otherwise, and neither would Kacie. So I left the bar, and walked back up to the ballroom, where I joined the two dozen castrated men who attended the concert.
Now, if you're not familiar with the music of Ms. Caillat (pronounced "cal-lay"), it is, well, GIRL music. That doesn't mean that its bad, its just girlie. Mostly acoustic, Colbie writes songs from her heart that make women cry, or get pissed off at men, and so she has become very popular as of late. I find her music to be nice, relaxing, and not hard to listen to. I mean, if it were Avril Lavigne, I would have to draw the line. But Colbie is all right.
One thing really stood out to me as I was watching all the people at this show. Every girl, or I should say nearly every girl looked exactly alike. Same hairstyle. Same clothes. And the same "Nicole Ritchie" style sunglasses. I remember when Barney Fife assembled several women in Andy's living room, so he could see all the women in town, and pick out the one he liked best. If Barney tried to do that today, it wouldn't matter. They all look the same.
Another thing that I noticed about the concert is the etiquette of concert goers. Now keep in mind that most of the concerts I attend these days are in small venues, solo acoustic shows like Susan Werner, David Wilcox, and Ellis Paul. People who attend shows like that are real music lovers, and they tend to soak up every word and every note from the performer. At Caillat's concert, nearly everyone stood up--there were no chairs--and they talked and laughed and hung out like they were at a party. It was like, she was up there singing, and no one even noticed or cared. That is, until she stopped singing, then they clapped and cheered. As a performer, I've experienced that, and I find it pretty rude, but at the same time, at most of my performances I am just there to provide background noise. A popular national act should expect more.
Everyone had a really good time, we were just out a little too late for a weeknight. If you're interested, here is a nice song on You Tube from Colbie.
I didn't stay for the show, I was just the chauffeur. It was a sold out show, and there were hundreds of girls in line at the Cains, and about two dozen boyfriends, all looking whipped, like they would rather be anyplace else but there. Once I dropped off the girls, I did the manly thing, and went on a twenty mile bike ride.
When I went to pick them up, the show was still going on, and so I walked down the street to a little hole in the wall pub and ordered a beer. Then Brooklyn called, and told me that she had talked the bouncer at the Cains into letting me come into the show. I tried the best I could to get out of it, but she would not be persuaded otherwise, and neither would Kacie. So I left the bar, and walked back up to the ballroom, where I joined the two dozen castrated men who attended the concert.
Now, if you're not familiar with the music of Ms. Caillat (pronounced "cal-lay"), it is, well, GIRL music. That doesn't mean that its bad, its just girlie. Mostly acoustic, Colbie writes songs from her heart that make women cry, or get pissed off at men, and so she has become very popular as of late. I find her music to be nice, relaxing, and not hard to listen to. I mean, if it were Avril Lavigne, I would have to draw the line. But Colbie is all right.
One thing really stood out to me as I was watching all the people at this show. Every girl, or I should say nearly every girl looked exactly alike. Same hairstyle. Same clothes. And the same "Nicole Ritchie" style sunglasses. I remember when Barney Fife assembled several women in Andy's living room, so he could see all the women in town, and pick out the one he liked best. If Barney tried to do that today, it wouldn't matter. They all look the same.
Another thing that I noticed about the concert is the etiquette of concert goers. Now keep in mind that most of the concerts I attend these days are in small venues, solo acoustic shows like Susan Werner, David Wilcox, and Ellis Paul. People who attend shows like that are real music lovers, and they tend to soak up every word and every note from the performer. At Caillat's concert, nearly everyone stood up--there were no chairs--and they talked and laughed and hung out like they were at a party. It was like, she was up there singing, and no one even noticed or cared. That is, until she stopped singing, then they clapped and cheered. As a performer, I've experienced that, and I find it pretty rude, but at the same time, at most of my performances I am just there to provide background noise. A popular national act should expect more.
Everyone had a really good time, we were just out a little too late for a weeknight. If you're interested, here is a nice song on You Tube from Colbie.
You should give my camera props for those pics of her..
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You're right Taylor! That camera is some sweet action! Takes GOOD pictures. Someone must love you an awful lot to get you a camera that nice...
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