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What I learned in 100 Days

May 5th, 2009

Here goes: the last and final “What I learned…” post. But this time, for the whole 100 days.

This is the most exciting time in music that I’ve ever experienced
And I grew with Motley Crue, Guns ‘n Roses, R.E.M. Metallica, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, U2, Public Enemy, N.W.A., Run DMC, Red Hot Chili Peppers and more. These are all legendary, amazing bands. But I’m telling you – right now this is the most exciting time in music. At least for my generation and those younger than me. Here’s why.

The old music model is broken, but that’s okay: the power has shifted to the artist. The Internet is killing majors, but fuck majors. You don’t need them. But bands need you, now more than ever. Bands may not make any money selling records, but they never did anyways. Fans have the power to keep music alive by simply going to see live music, buying merchandise (and yes, records) directly from bands. This has never been more true than ever before. Fans have direct access to more music than any other time in music.

Some might say there’s no quality control anymore. But fuck that. You are the quality controller. You decide. Any band that has access to a computer can record a song, put it on the Internet and let the people decide if it’s any good or not. That’s exciting because there’s more of it, and you can decide what’s worth your time.

Not only that, but look at the music itself. Take the genre of “indie rock” for example. Listen, I hate genre monikers like this (remember “alternative rock”?) but it’s exciting when one “genre” can be as diverse as to include bands like Belle & Sebastian, Matt and Kim, Sufjan Stevens, Feist and Blitzen Trapper, alongside Animal Collective, N.E.R.D., Kings of Leon, The Avett Brothers, Of Montreal, Bell Orchestre, Black Lips, Wolff, and Wilco.

The ’60s sounded like revolution. The ’70s sounded like rock and disco. The ’80s sounded like pop, new wave, DIY and glam. And the ’90s sounded like grunge and hip hop. So what does the ’00s sound like? All of the above and them some. And that’s pretty damn exciting

People like to see other people do things they couldn’t imagine themselves doing
People remained curious about this project from beginning to end. At first, I think they wanted to know about the music. Later when they asked me, “How’s the project coming?” I think what they really meant was, “How the hell are you still awake or alive or sane?

People like being a part of something
This goes for all the friends who joined me on the journey, the musicians, PR contacts, managers, etc who I met, plus the random people who emailed me and generous people who sent donations. When I started out, I hoped a lot of my friends would go to some shows with me, but I figured I’d do most of it alone. Boy was I wrong. Friends came out of the woodwork for this, and it was awesome.

I also tried to meet as many musicians as I could. I would approach them after their set to tell them what I was doing. About 98% of the time the response was really great. A few musicians blew me off, but fuck them. They were too self-involved anyhow, so who cares. I got to meet some great people. And they were as happy to be a part of it as I was to be doing it. See The Wrens entry for an example of how happy.

As you know I also took donations. These were not only a way to help me get through the 100 days, but for everyone to get involved and feel apart of the 100 days. Some were as small as $1, some got as big as $200 or $250, but I appreciated them all equally.

Finally, I was fortunate enough to get on a lot of guest lists. Sometimes that was a result of me unabashedly requesting it, but more often than not they were offered up by different contacts I made, or people who contacted me along the way. The generosity of PR folks, band members, band managers, label people and so on was helpful, humbling and appreciated.

The band (almost always) starts an hour after the venue says they will
Keep this in mind if you’re going to see a show in NYC, at the Bowery or Mercury for example. If they say the band goes on at 8pm, they actually go on around 9pm – or later. This is just how it is, at least in NY. Why? Alcohol.

Venues want to get you in and sell you as many overpriced drinks as they can before you notice that you’re waiting for the band to start. And they’ve gotten pretty good at timing it out. Which meant I got pretty good at timing when I needed to show up. Unless I wanted to see the opening bad, then I was screwed.

But, there are a few exceptions:

The “Early show”
These is the show before the show that’s scheduled to bring in the real crowd that night. The doors for these shows are usually at 6:30pm or 7:00pm, and the bands tend to start 30 minutes after they say they will.

Europe
Shows start on time in Europe. I learned this one the hard way when I missed Ben Lee at La Fleche d’Or. But it wasn’t just France. Shows in England started at or near the listed time, too. Just a word to the wise if you’re gonna see a show in Europe.

Random, unforeseen bullshit
You show up hoping to see the band that starts at 10pm only to find out that they pulled out and aren’t playing. Or their timeslot got swapped with the band at 9pm. Or the band that was supposed to play at 8pm didn’t show up, and so each band got bumped up an hour. All of these happened to me, and it pissed me off, but what can you do?

Beer is only as good as the tap it comes out of
I drank a lot of beer over 100 days, which is why I’m not drinking any for another month or two. But I didn’t do this for me. I did it for you, the readers. Ok, that’s what I tell myself. But either way, I did it, and now I’m here to report back.

Here is your guide to the best/worst beer taps in NYC: (from worst to best)

Mercury Lounge: Shitty
The PBR is the worst, but it’s also the cheapest, which makes it tempting. Don’t do it. It tastes and smells terrible. The Bud Light is ok, but I would step it up if you’re at the Merc.

Bowery Ballroom: Just ok
Stella isn’t bad here, but can be a bit average, and lose some of the sweetness it should have. And it’s $7, which is bullshit, so they should clean the taps and figure a way of making it worth the price.

Webster Hall: Not bad
Plastic cups suck, but the beer wasn’t bad.

Pianos: Pretty Good
I drank mostly PBR cans at Pianos, but the times that I drank from the tap, I got a Stella and it was pretty decent – mostly because it comes in a glass, not a plastic cup.

The Bell House: Good
Didn’t really drink too much from the tap here, the cans are too cheap ($4), but the one time I did, it was good.

Cake Shop: Good
The music room may be a dive, but the tap beer is good.

Rockwood Music Hall: Good
Pretty decent, but I’d suggest getting a glass of wine instead. They pour them pretty deep.

Music Hall of Williamsburg: Very good
Probably because it’s new, but all the beer I drank here was good.

Le Poisson Rouge: Very good
I hate the stupid mandatory 20% tip if you use your card at LPR, but it’s a new enough venue that the beers come out of the tap tasting delicious.

Joe’s Pub: Excellent
It’s a nicer and more expensive venue, so naturally, they care about their bar.

Going to shows alone isn’t as bad as it seems
Before this project, I would go see a band alone, but not that often. And I’d feel sorry for myself, and hate that I didn’t have anyone to talk to, and waaaaahh waaaaahh waaaaahh… Then I realized, seeing a band can be like seeing a movie. Once it begins, being alone is fine. You shouldn’t be talking during the music anyhow. Granted, some bands are a lot more fun to see with friends. But don’t let the fact that no one else wants to go keep you from going. Just go.

Get to know unknown bands
It’s only natural to want to blow off bands you’ve never heard of before. You’ve never heard them, so why would you care? That is, unless you need to see music every single night, like I did. And sometimes there’s a night where you don’t know who to see, so you have to pick a band at random – as I did. And you know what you’d find out? It’s worth taking chances on unknown bands.

Music will never cease to amaze me
The fact that I can find live music in downtown Hartford, CT on a random Monday night amazes me. How I can still see Les Paul, the 93-year old man who invented the solid body electric guitar, every Monday night, have him flick me off for a picture and meet him afterwards amazes me. The fact that I can be asked on stage to perform with a band that’s been together for over 20 years, to a sold out crowd in NYC amazes me. And the fact that I can see 100 consecutive days of live music and still love music amazes me.

Thanks for reading. Now do yourself a favor and go buy a ticket to see a band, right now.

4/8/09: Chris Cornell @ Webster Hall (76/100)

April 9th, 2009

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I wasn’t looking California, but I was feeling Minnesota. And by the time I got to Webster Hall to see Chris Cornell, I was growing hungry. Sorry, I couldn’t resist. But it is true. I hadn’t eaten anything for dinner and was starving. But there was no time for food. See, as I was about to leave work today, to head out and see some band, somewhere, then get home and get a good night’s sleep, I got this text from Al:

I was hoping to see Bob Mould tonight, but the show was sold out and I couldn’t find my way in. So like I said, I was going to just see whoever was playing at The Living Room or Cake Shop or whatever. Then, once again, my boy Al came through (they were his friend Tony’s tickets. Thanks Tony). Chris Cornell? Nice! I never saw Soundgarden back in the day, and while I know it won’t be the same thing, I was excited.

We had to pick up the tix uptown, then head back downtown to Webster Hall. When we got to the venue, it was fucking packed. And packed full of dudes who wanted to rock the hell out. Who knew Chris Cornell could still sell out? Not me, until then.

Al and I took one look around and realized, we weren’t getting any closer than we were. Behind the back bar – backs against the wall. Fine with me. But I did have to try and snap off some photos. So I tried like hell to claw my way closer to the stage. Fuck that. Wasn’t happening. I got about 15 feet back and no one was moving anywhere for me. It was shoulder-to-testosterone-shoulder.

I battled my way back to where Al had set up camp behind the bar. And then I went back in time. It was 1991 all over again. I never saw Soundgarden, but now I sort of, kind of, feel like I have. Cornell looked similar to he did in the ’90s: long hair, long cut off shorts, combat boots, etc. And he was running through every Soundgarden hit you’d want to hear: Outshined, Spoonman, Rusty Cage, Blow Up the Outside World, Jesus Christ Pose, Black Hole Sun (acoustic). Even throwing in Hunger Strike (Temple of the Dog) and Cochise (Audioslave) for good measure.

The only thing missing was a huge mosh pit. But I think it was just too crowded for that. Or maybe everyone was moshing, but there was nowhere to go because it was so packed? Not sure.

In a word, this show was: awesome. I don’t care if 90s grunge music is like classic rock now. I don’t care that it was Chris and a bunch of hired guns, not Kim Thayil, Matt Cameron and the other dude in Soundgarden. He was taking me back in time, and I was loving it.

What I wasn’t sure about was the crowd. It was weird. I guess I didn’t know who the Chris Cornell fans were these days. And that’s not say that everyone was bad, not by a long shot. But it was a strange mix of people, that’s all. Here’s a story to illustrate one type.

After the show, Al and I stopped off at Blue 9 Burger for a quick bite. Then we hear some commotion behind us. It’s some aggro dude getting in the face of a guy sitting down eating his burger. I don’t know what happened, but from what I could surmise, the aggro dude did something then apologized. The dude eating didn’t acknowledge that this a-hole said he was sorry, and so he wanted to fight him. Seems reasonable, right? He got all up in his face, yelling at him, saying they should take it outside. To which the other guy responded, “Dude, you have a mental problem.” And he’s right. He did.

Al pointed out that, “he’s wearing a wristband from the show.” So this is the kind of guy at the Chris Cornell show. Or at least, one type of guy. But who gives a shit. It was a great show, and fun trip down memory lane, thanks Al, and Tony, and most importantly, Chris Cornell.