Oh geez. I’ve had a long but very nice two days! I’m exhausted so I’ll just be able to give the bare details:
Yesterday I had to work dayshift, so I had to do the usual 3am wake-up. Worked until 3:30, managed to get to Mary’s (way out in the middle of Perry County) and then to Lancaster (if you’re from PA and you take into account I work in York and live in Carlisle, you’ll know what kind of odyssey I’m talking about). We were in Lancaster for a show by the band Presidents of the United States of America (90s band famous for the songs “Lump” and “Peaches”). We arrived what I thought was an hour before doors opened–but ti turned out doors didn’t open until 8 o’clock, whereas I was under the impression it was 7. Oh well. It was a very nice night out and we had a fine time just hanging out on the sidewalk there in Lancaster outside the Chameleon Club. When we finally got in, we managed to grab front row spots, which at this point in my concert-going career, I all-but demand.
Long story short: there were two opening bands. The first, a local band called Slimfit, are telented musicians who wrote songs I don’t particularly care for and have a lot of work to do on their stage presence. Nonetheless, the last 2 songs they played had very satisfying instrumental cresendoes that rocked me the fuck out, despite their obviously rehearsed and silly on-stage antics.
The second opener, Oppenheimer, was nothing short of amazing. They’re a two-peice from Ireland who somehow manage to actually play the drums, two keyboards, and a guitar. Their songs are intense, creative, and quirky without being worthless. Also they gave a shout-out to Twin Peaks and used an air horn. Check them out: http://www.myspace.com/oppenheimer
Then the Presidents came out. Now, I like this band, but I am not passionate about them. I really, really liked their first album back in the day when I was first getting into rock music, and I think that (self-titled) album is still pretty dang good. But the subsequent albums have been very hit-or-miss for me. So I’d be lying if I said I was overly-enthused for the entire show; at times it wavered toward boredom for me (but damn if that crowd wasn’t banana sandwich for that band! There’s a lot more hardcore Presidents fans than I’d have imagined!); that being said, there were parts of the show that made me damn-near giddy. The setlist:
Main Set:
Lunatic to Love
Kitty
Volcano
Dune Buggy
Ladybug
Boll Weevil
Back Porch
Lump
Bad Times
Tiki God
Flame Is Fire
Nuthin’ But Love
Mixed Up Sonofabitch
Shreds of Boa
Ghosts Are Everywhere
Mach 5
Peaches
Kick Out the Jams
Encore:
Video Killed the Radio Star
Body
We’re Not Gonna Make It
“Kitty” as the second song waskiller. Lots of improv, audience participation, very energetic. Also, one of my fave PUSA tunes (PUSA being the preferred acronym for the band, despite it’s vague sexual undertone).
“Boll Weevil” is a song I’ve always been indifferent about but it owns in the live setting.
“Back Porch” was astonishing. The arrangement was very different from the studio version, very extended. About 8 minutes long (I checked my cell phone’s clock). It was at this point that Chris Ballew (lead singer) first stepped onto the metal barrier right in front of me. I have never seen this happen before. Frankly, it was very dangerous, but very cool. The dude was not standing on the stage, he was standing on top of the metal barrier. Directly in front of me, as I was stage center-right, which is Chris’ side. He leaned out over the audience and was actually hovering over me. He repeated this feat a few more times throughout the show.
“Lump” ruled as much as you would think it would.
Apparently the songs between “Bad Times” and “Mixed Up Sonofabitch” were extreme rarities that we were all very fortunate to see, but I had never heard them in my life, and I thought they were “OK”.
“Ghosts are Everywhere” is the only song off the new album that I’m really into, and I was very pleased to see it live.
“Peaches” was spectacular. Heavier than studio, and once again a very extended version. Chris on the metal rail again (I have a picture of him over top of me during ‘Peaches’ on both my MySpace and Facebook accounts.) Loved it.
“Kick Out the Jams”=perfect main set closer. Actually, it should have been the show ender.
“Video Killed the Radio Star” is an unnecessary cover. Sounded just like the original and didn’t have that “PUSA” sound. A curiosity, at best.
“We’re Not Gonna Make It” is a rockin’ tune live, but should have been switched in position with “Kick Out the Jams”.
On the way out, I got a great Presidents show poster signed by all members of the band, for ten dollars.
Since Mary and I parked a few blocks away from the Chameleon Club, we drove away without hitting any traffic. Stopped at a Sheetz for delicious food. I had her home around 1am, and I got home around 1:30. After shower and unwinding, I got to be around 3am–24 hours after waking up (an event that happens much too often to this 31-year-old).
My alarm went off 4 hours later at 7am. My friend Amanda and I were going to Centralia today and needed an early start to make the most of this beautiful Sunday. If you don’t know what Centralia is, may I suggest this informative primer before you continue with this blog entry:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centralia,_Pennsylvania
I’ve been meaning to go to Centralia for a long time, but it just hadn’t been working out. Finally, I was able to go. Long story short: what none of the literature tells you is that on hot, dry days, there is almost no smoke or steam visible from the ground (although apparently the stench of sulphur never leaves the air). The most surprising thing about the town is your ability to drive right past it without noticing. After all the hoopla built up around it, you almost expect a hazy spectre to hang over the place, or some palpable pall of mystery. The fact is, it’s very much a normal-looking place until you realize all the open spaceyou’re seeing are vacant lots where houses once stood. Again, this experience may have been different if the usual smoke had been coming out of the ground. However, once Amanda and I were able to find the closed section of highway, things got much more interesting. Vacant highway+dying woods+lots of graffiti+smoking chasm in the highway+strange trash strewn about=cool and freaky. Very eerie. See my MySpace or Facebook pics. Also, we explored many side roads and dirt roads and back paths that actually contained the true eerieness of Centralia. Trash strewn everywhere, sulfur stench, utter silence, dirt roads leading nowhere, the occasional fellow wandering curiosity-seeker who also had no idea what the hell was going on, and just plain odd things (see my pic of the wig in a tree) and one could finally start to see how this place inspired the video game and (surpringly half-good film) Silent Hill.
I am really fucking exhausted and very sunburned.