I attended the concert at the Wilter, last week. It was my first MS concert, ever. For 17 years, I always said I'd book a plane ticket and go to were ever MS would play. So I did, since they have yet to come to my state. It's cool. I love visiting LA. Tons of cool friends, there.
Speaking of cool people, it was cool to make a line with people who HAVE HEARD of MS. Once, each 2 years, I'd run into someone who kinda new that one song, sang by that Mazzy Star girl. Yes, most people I spoke to knew them for that one song that made the band, and not much else.
On their defense, I also got to know the band because of Fade into you, when it made Mtv's the Buzz list, in 1994. I'd stay up past 1:00am for Mtv's Alternative nation to show MS music videos, Fade into you and Halah, which introduced me to the "She hangs up brightly" album.
Then, among my swam came about, and not much else. The world was moving on, and music was soon over-taken by Hip-Hop, Hip-Rock,Hip-Pop, boybands and girlbands...until I got on the internet, a few years later. I must have spent a fortune buying rare, exclusive, unreleased MS tracks off ebay.
When the warm inventions toured, I was in no financial position to travel to a concert. twice, the timing was bad. Ugh! I promised myself I'd go see them live. Although they are not Mazzy Star, I still loved their music just as much, and I just wanted to see Hope perform her songs.
Then, out of no where, Mazzy star comes back and releases 2 new songs. 2 songs that I heavily listen to. 1 year and a half, the full album is announced, plus the tour. Right after buying my concert ticket, a booked my plane ticket, and started planning November around it. I looked forward to the concert more than Halloween.
I bought my Floor/Pit ticket only hours before it sold out, and glad I did because the loudmouth talkers seemed to have been all in the back. We were all quiet, in the front. I didn't care much about checking-out the opening acts, but the Entrance band was pretty cool. Those guys played their asses off. I'm currently listening to more of the music.
MS walked onto stage, welcomed with applauses. It's David Roback, and Suki Ewers...and Keith Mitchell...and...and...Hope, who walked out, last.
People kept yelling, pointing out Hope's Ipad. If you stood on the left side of the pit, instead of seeing Hope's face, you saw a dark Ipad's silhouette blocking it. I was at the front, and got a clear view of everything.
After 2 encores, the lights were turn back on, and people rushed to the stage's floor, savagely tearing the set-list sheets off the roadies' hands. Things got intense, as some people almost got from physical to violent. One would think they wanted a life-vest in a sinking boat. I just wanted to get my ticket back as a souvenir, which I did.
I stayed for another hour, talking to people about the show, and hanging out. As I walked back to my hotel, I spotted a few people, behind the theater, with MS posters and Vinyl albums. I figured i'd go talk to these MS fans for a little bit. They were waiting for the band to come out. I figured it'd be freaking awesome to meet them, so I ran to my hotel, grabbed my travel book, and came back down.
We must have waited for 2 and 1/2 hours. Our group of 15+ started to shrink as people gave-up and left. Plus, the 55 dropping temperature wasn't helping. We keep spotting people coming out of the theater, but no MS. From where we stood from, we could only see dark silhouettes. We, finally, see a woman who could be Hope, walking with people. Then she started jumping up and down, in a playful pattern. People quickly dismissed her being hope with a "Nah, she is too happy to be Hope." We all laughed. Random MS humor.
Out of Nowhere, David Roback came to greet us. He was a gentle giant: tall, and friendly. He took the time to talk to each of us and signed a few things, although autographs are not his thing. Then, Suki came about and also greeted us.
It would be another hour, and only 7 of us were left. Hope was inside her bus, and came down to meet us. Maybe, we caught her in a very, very good mood, because she was nothing as interviews and articles describe her. I was expecting to meet a super-ultra-mega introverted woman, but she was very cool with us, shaking hands, talking about her Mexican background, checking out the collectables people brought, and she, even, spoke to me in Spanish. We had to be the coolest people who went to the concert, or, at least, we felt that way. Hope gave me her famous cat-doodle autograph, and David, pretty much, drew sketchy, squarish lines.
Dave: What's your name
Me: JC
Dave: ...For Jesus Christ?
Me: Maybe.
Dave: what's your name?
ME: Juan Carlos
Dave:...JUAN!!!
And gave me a bear hug.
Then, he got Silvia Gomez, composer of "Give you my lovin" to sign the book, too. She refused, but still wrote "my life."
Then, Dave passed the book to Keith Mitchell to sign it, too. We had the band all to ourselves for over 40 minutes. I was making up for all those concerts I had missed in the last 17 years.
Then, it was time for everyone to board the buses and head to Colorado. We waved the busses good bye and called it a night.
Some pictures of the night can be seen here:
http://instagram.com/oakley_ranger