So, on April 26, 2016, I got to see a fantastic spectacle that took place in Detroit, MI at the Majestic Theater. The doors opened up wide for the fans, that mind you, were wrapped around the block. Us, as a trio, dove right in with our tickets in hand. Well, two of us, since we don’t let Joe drink. It’s all for a good cause, and Sancho and I made up for our fair share of consumption. Buckethead took the stage at around 9:30 PM and we were all ready to rock.
I’ve seen videos of his performances, and even then I was impressed beyond belief, but seeing it. . .seeing it before your very eyes is an entirely different sighting. To say the least, I was loving every minute of watching his hands play the hell out of his marvelous guitar.
There are few things in life that I ever get to say “I was there,” let alone be apart of. All the fans that were there, and one we met after the show (Tom, if you’re reading this buddy, you are one cool cat!). Seriously, it was like I knew a fair portion of folks there that were all about jamming out with Buckethead. It was an honor to rock out with you all, and I hope to see other fans at other settings.
It’s also great to see a musician perform live. Why? Well, it’s particularly important to me because, with the inspiration I draw from their work, let alone sense the emotions, blood, sweat, and so on that they pour in to their material. I mean, I listen to a lot of these guys probably far too much for the average fan. . .but don’t get me wrong, I am not super fan status, nor am I claiming so.
I still would have loved to see Primus last year (damn you, Joe) and, of course, see Morphine (with Sandman). That goes though with seeing a lot of other musicians that have touched me in ways (go ahead, you already thought of it. . .you dirty, dirty folk, you!) that just. . .ah, words cannot describe it. This time around, it was like going to see your hero or something along those lines and getting that reassurance that they are totally badass, awesome, and will totally melt your face off.
Last year didn’t disappoint either when I saw Death Cab for Cutie, which was an incredible show too, but that’s not what this is about.
I still plan to visit Boston and see The Vapors of Morphine, and would hope (and pray) that I am treated to see Laurie Sargent and Monique Ortiz around. I can dream, right? There are other reasons why I want to visit Boston, but they’re on the #1 slot as to why. Needless to say, there’s planning to be done.
It was a helluva night, and I am certainly going to cherish that memory with my friends (and all those fans).
Until next time! Rock on!