My mom, probably like yours, always told me if you don't have anything nice to say, then keep your mouth shut. That said ...
I saw Crosby, Stills and Nash in concert last year, and it was a sad affair.
I saw them in 1974, and have fond memories. But their embarrassing performance at Live Aid in 1985, confirmed by woeful appearances on Rock and Roll Hall of Fame shows, set me up with low expectations for this concert. Sadly, these expectations were met.
Their music is timeless. Unfortunately, the boys aren't, and the litany of complaints is too long and painful to record here. Suffice it to say that if you walked into a bar and didn't know who they were, you'd turn around and walk out. In fact, I saw a tribute band a few years ago that was way better.
Here's a curious thing, though: the audience was enthusiastic. Wildly enthusiastic. I admit that when I recognized the big songs (eventually, in most cases) I felt a small wave of emotion wash over me. But people must have been hearing the music in their heads, not the sound emanating from the stage.
I guess my brain is wired differently, because my overwhelming reaction was one of sadness, helplessly hoping they'd get off the stage before it got any worse.
Sorry, Mom.
I saw Crosby, Stills and Nash in concert last year, and it was a sad affair.
I saw them in 1974, and have fond memories. But their embarrassing performance at Live Aid in 1985, confirmed by woeful appearances on Rock and Roll Hall of Fame shows, set me up with low expectations for this concert. Sadly, these expectations were met.
Their music is timeless. Unfortunately, the boys aren't, and the litany of complaints is too long and painful to record here. Suffice it to say that if you walked into a bar and didn't know who they were, you'd turn around and walk out. In fact, I saw a tribute band a few years ago that was way better.
Here's a curious thing, though: the audience was enthusiastic. Wildly enthusiastic. I admit that when I recognized the big songs (eventually, in most cases) I felt a small wave of emotion wash over me. But people must have been hearing the music in their heads, not the sound emanating from the stage.
I guess my brain is wired differently, because my overwhelming reaction was one of sadness, helplessly hoping they'd get off the stage before it got any worse.
Sorry, Mom.
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