Sit Down, Apollo

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So, I have a confession to make. Until last night, I had never been to an actual rock concert. That's right; I, who claims to be so knowledgeable about awesome music, had never actually seen a band perform live. But thanks to the generosity of my brother-in-law Tony (who decided to give me his ticket), I was finally on my way.

Accompanying me for my trip into the unknown was my older sister Liesl, my younger sisters Amelia and Isabel, my brother Drew, and his fiancée Camille. As we walked up the stairs to the entrance of the E-Center, I saw a sign posted warning that the show would be using lasers and other lighting effects. That was all right with me. Our seats weren't too bad. We were in the "luxury suite," which meant that we had padded chairs and that people standing up wouldn't block our view.

We had a pretty good view of the stage; we were further back, but it was nearly a straight view to the stage. At first glance, there wasn't anything extraordinary about the stage. In the back were what I thought were curtains so the audience couldn't see backstage. There was a drum kit and some other typical rock equipment, which actually belonged to Silversun Pickups.

Speaking of which, the opening act was less than spectacular. For the first band I've ever really heard live, the didn't set the bar very high. While I could see a lot of potential in their music (I'm pretty sure the last song they played is in Rock Band), they definitely had some balance issues. The sound was muddy enough that the lead singer was impossible to understand. The most exciting thing they did (and which got the biggest cheer) was when he promised us that Muse was going to blow our minds. He also told us that what I thought were curtains were in fact supposed to be skyscrapers.

At the mention of skycrapers, I had a wild idea. The skycrapers were obviously a reference to the video for Muse's hit single "Uprising." The video for that single features a giant teddy bear knocking down skycrapers. It's awesome. Anyway, I noted that there were three skycrapers (one for each member of Muse), and I hoped their opening number (which had to be "Uprising") would somehow feature a teddy bear knocking down each skycraper to reveal the band. I didn't think it was likely, but it sounded cool.

After Silversun Pickups finished (their singer did some weird things with the distortion pedals before getting off the stage), there was a break. You could just feel the anticpation building as the arena filled up. Oddly enough, no equipment was brought onto the stage, which confirmed my theory that the band would be hiding in the skyscrapers. Still no sign of any giant bears, though.

When the lights finally went down, the energy level in the arena jumped about 300%. Then the individual windows on each skycraper began to light up, and I realized the "skycrapers" were not curtains at all, but LED screens. Once every window was lit, people began to climb to the top of each skycraper. Once they reached the top, they fell down and hit the people below them. Once they all hit the bottom, the darkened center section of each building dropped, revealing Muse right as they kicked into "Uprising."

I know, my description doesn't do the opening justice. If you'd like, you can view a phone-made movie of it here. Needless to say, once the band started, it felt like a bomb had gone off. It was just the start of a ride that would last the next two hours without letting up on the gas.

Besides the awesome lights and lasers promised by the sheet of paper on the outside of the E-Center, there was one other very important thing I noticed immediately about the performance. They (vocalist Matthew Bellamy in particular) sounded exactly the same live as they do on their recordings. They were so good, I thought they had to be lip-synching. They weren't. It was incredible. And even after all the shows they've been doing for the past few months, Bellamy's voice was as strong at the end of the show as he was at the beginning. I didn't know that was possible.

After "Uprising," things relaxed a bit with "Resistance" and "New Born." Bellamy then paid tribute to Woodstock, Jimi Hendrix, and America by playing a rendition of "The Star-Spangled Banner" on his guitar, which launched right into the smash-hit "Supermassive Black Hole." We had laughed about this song on our way into the concert. We figured that it would be accompanied by lots of high-pitched screams and shouts of "Edward!"

However, when it started, I forgot all about Twilight. It was like a second wind for the concert. Pretty soon, my whole family jumped up and started dancing, and the people behind us joined in. "Supermassive" transitioned smoothly (and wisely) into "Hysteria," another huge hit and one of my personal favorites.

The concert slowed again after that, at least until the band played the old standards "Time is Running Out" and "Plug in Baby." After the latter, the band said goodnight, and walked off the stage. Though it was my first concert, I knew there would be an encore, and that it would probably be a well-known song. My hope was that it would be "Knights of Cydonia," my all-time favroite. So I was disappointed when they came back on stage and played the "Exogenesis Symphony, Part I," followed by "Stockholm Syndrome." By this time, I was really worried that "Knights" was going to be skipped. It would have been devastating.

But Muse wasn't finished yet. A harmonica began to play, and I recognized the opening chords of "Knights" being played very, very slowly. After this little intro, the band kicked it into overdrive with the song itself, and I felt one last burst of energy as we all got up and danced again. My knight was finally complete.

So, I don't know if this really counts as a review, or if it's just a glorified journal entry I'm sharing with everyone. My point is that this was an exhilirating experience that I'll probably never forget. More importantly, it's left me with an insatiable desire to hear more Muse. Even as I've been writing this, I've listened to three whole albums.

The sad thing is that I feel the bar has been set way too high for all future concerts that I may attend, and they may all seem like disappointments after this one. I guess we'll find out when Paramore comes to town on May 10. You stay classy, readers!

By the way, if anyone can tell me (without looking anything up) the signifcance of the title, I will give you a prize. As always, post guesses in the comments section.

Musings on Arena Rock

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I've been taking a class this semester called History of Jazz. Most of the time, I really enjoy going to class and learning about different musicians and listening to cool (or hot) music. But there are those times when I get a little bored, and my mind wanders (anybody who's shocked right now must not not actually know me. How did you get here, anyway?).

Anyway, when my mind decides to take a break from Dr. Harker's lectures, it actually just goes to another class taught by Dr. Wikipedia. I have dubbed this class History of Music (with emphasis on the subtleties of grooving bass lines and face-melting guitar solos). What this actually means is that I take advantage of my only class with Internet access and read up on some of my favorite rock bands and musicians.

So, what purpose does this have other than explaining why my History of Jazz grade will be... less than perfect? I'm getting there. Yesterday, I decided to do some reading about the Scorpions. Among the many interesting things I learned (they've had like 50 different bassists and get a new drummer every time the old one breaks down), this stuck out the most: they're still recording! After 45 years of music and over 60 years of life, they came out with a new album last week.

Naturally, I had to download Sting In the Tail. It's pretty awesome; I'm amazed they can still bring it at their age. While listening to songs with great names like "Raised on Rock" and "Spirit of Rock," my mind unfortunately turned to The Who's Super Bowl halftime show (I keep trying to block it from my memory, but it won't go away). I asked myself: if the NFL (or whomever's responsible for the halftime entertainment) insists on getting old dudes to pretend like they're young and hip, why can't they get someone like the Scorpions, who can still rock?

This brought up another important question: Which 5 old-dude bands would I most like to see perform during a Super Bowl halftime? Of course, there have to be some rules when coming up with a list like this. These are mine:

1. Only rock bands may be included. No other types of music, and no rock solo artists.
2. The band performing must have achieved popularity before 1987 (if they were popular before I was born, then they're old dudes. No exceptions.).
3. No time-traveling. We're not dealing with bands in their heyday. We want to hear them perform in their 2010 (or later) bodies.
4. Unfortunately, no reanimated corpses will be allowed. I'm terrified of zombie outbreaks (this means you, Queen).

So, those are the rules. Without further ado, here (in reverse order of course) is the starting five for "Old-Dude Bands I Want to Perform at the Super Bowl":

Number 5: Styx. They narrowly beat out G'n'R, but they could take this spot if they can get Slash.

Number 4: Van Halen. Since David Lee Roth is back, this one should be a cinch. And can anyone think of a better opening to a halftime show than the opening synthesizer lines from "Jump"?

Number 3: Scorpions. They jump Van Halen if, and only if, they are able to drag an orchestra along and play "Rock You Like a Hurricane 2000." But since it's my fantasy, it'll happen. Plus, they also have new stuff that they could show off.

Number 2: Bon Jovi. Anyone who watched the 2010 Grammy Awards (I didn't, but that's what YouTube's for) knows that Jon Bon and crew can still bring it. A Super Bowl halftime show would be a perfect showcase for them. I think it could be kind of like Paul McCartney's show back in 2005. In fact, I think this one could actually happen someday.

Number 1: Journey. Of course. But even though this choice probably doesn't surprise any readers out there, I don't think any of you quite understand the potential here. Let me paint you a picture....

Sunday, February 5 2011. Super Bowl XLV has just reached halftime with the Donovan McNabb-led Eagles trailing the New England Patriots by 10 (this is my fantasy, remember?). The lights go down in Cowboys Stadium, just before the opening guitar riffs of "Wheel in the Sky" are heard. Journey fans are pleased and amazed to see Steve Smith on the drums, since he hasn't played with Journey since 1998. But he's agreed to do this show.

After "Wheel in the Sky" (featuring a killer Neal Schon guitar solo), Arnel Pineda (Journey's current vocalist) performs a rousing segment of "Open Arms," and the audience begins to forget the atrocities committed by The Who the previous year.

After "Open Arms" finishes, Arnel inexplicably leaves the stage. Ross Valory steps forward, and he and Jonathan Cain begin the familiar opening of Journey's most famous song. But when the iconic lyrics start, the audience notices the change in voice as Steve Perry steps onto the stage. The crowd goes ballistic, obviously. After the closing notes, the now-complete quintet announces that they're together to stay.

That show would end up being one of the greatest moments in rock history. Inspired by Journey's performance, the Eagles take the field with new life and claw their way back into the game, ultimately winning.

Well, there's my list. What a long post this was. I know that I've left off some fantastic old dude bands, so I'll give it up to you guys. Who else should make the list?

Shameless Other-Promotion

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Does anybody want to hear about the greatest sport in the world? Do you? Well, as before, I'm not going to tell you about it. But unlike before, I'm going direct to someone else who can tell you about it.

I hereby turn the remainder of my blog time over to the one, the only Ryan Mahoney!

http://ryanhasalist.blogspot.com/2010/03/murderdeathtennis.html

Et Tu, Brute?

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I like to ponder. That probably doesn't surprise most of you, especially those of you that have had to wait for me to exit the shower. That's a good place to attempt to solve the mysteries of the universe, by the way.

Today being the Ides of March, Shakespeare's Julius Caesar has been kind of floating through my mind. For some reason, Julius Caesar has always been my favorite of the Bard's works. I'm not really sure why that is. Maybe that's because it really has some awesome quotes. It was written in 1599 (the same time as Hamlet), when Shakespeare was at the height of his writing powers. It's a great read.

You're probably asking yourselves why I'm boring you with the literary details. I'm writing this today because today I feel a little like Julius Caesar. Not long ago, I felt like a conqueror. I was on top of the world, and I didn't think anything could bring me back down. How naïve.

Little did I know that malevolent forces were conspiring for my downfall behind my back. Others saw the danger, and tried to warn me. I ignored signs and warnings, because "I [was] constant as the northern star," and could not be moved from my lofty place.

Of course, like Caesar, I was wrong. And today, the Ides of March, I have felt like I was actually stabbed 23 times. Like with Caesar, the killing blow was not to the back from a cowardly hired assassin like many would expect. Instead, it was delivered straight to the heart by someone I loved. Someone I trusted and never expected to turn on me.

This may seem melodramatic, but I couldn't really think of another way to describe everything. Plus, it's just the way I write. But don't worry everyone, because my story, unlike Caesar's, already has a happy ending. See, my wounds aren't life-threatening, though the pain is very real. I've fallen from great heights, but I remember that the reason we as humans fall is so that we can learn to pick ourselves up. Things will turn out just fine; all wounds heal. And one day, I'll be back on top again.

So, reading over this post, I realize this is fully of some pretty heavy, personal stuff. And it's kind of long. Sorry, everyone. I just needed to let some of it out, and it's my blog. Deal with it. Anyway, I'll get back to the light-hearted stuff next time. In fact, I've got some more Caesar-related stuff. Next time, we'll talk about how Roman history and Julius Caesar tie to my favorite movie! Peace, everyone.

I Have a Secret....

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Yes, this is actually Chase writing. And yes, I am actually writing a blog post. You may pick your jaw up off the floor now.

Much has changed since my last attempt at a comeback, and even more since I actually wrote a real post. And guess what? I'm not going to blog about it. If I even try, I'll never finish. So, I'm just going to move on. And I'm going to start with some big news.

The news is that something big is about to happen. Something big is about to strike the blogosphere. Something I will play a key role in. Something so big, I can't go about it by myself. So I'm bringing out some of my "big guns" to bring this thing to pass.

Am I going to tell you more now? No way. Was this whole blog post just a tease? Of course it was. Tell you what, though: I encourage you to guess what smashing thing I'm hiding from you. Guesses may be posted in the comments section.

In the meantime, I know why you're all here, reading right now. You saw my other teaser. You know, the one I posted on Facebook and Twitter? Yeah, and you all want to know who this is:



So, who is he? His name is Isaiah Mustafa. Aside from just having an awesome name, why should we care about him? He played wide receiver at Arizona State University with former Broncos QB Jake Plummer. In 1996, they went 11-1 and should have won the Rose Bowl (I'm laying the blame on Plummer), finishing the season ranked #4 (one spot ahead of BYU). He also had a very brief career with the Seattle Seahawks.

Again, why blog about him?

Look down....

Now back up!

It makes the commercial even more awesome (yes, it's possible) knowing he almost won a Rose Bowl, doesn't it?

Hiatus... Over!

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So, I'm back. I've been feeling a lot of pressure to revitalize my blog (recently a lot of that pressure has come from a certain Mrs. Horne), and I'm finally caving to it all.

I guess that I've just been holding out, waiting for some brilliant idea to seize me and demand to be put on the web. Yeah, that hasn't happened, and it probably won't happen anytime soon. So, I have no idea what to write. But I've missed writing, so I'll just start going and see what happens.


Oh, I need to apologize. In my last post, four months ago, I said that I would try to write a post about the followers of my blog. I didn't expect the sudden explosion of followers that resulted. So I'd still like to write those posts, but it'll have to wait while I try to get into the blogging groove.


Now, to get back in the groove, I need more ideas. I've been reading a lot of blogs, which have helped (shout out to Katie Chrystler). But I also submit to you, my readers: what would you like to hear about? I will do my best to oblige. You may put all ideas in the comments section.


So, I think that'll do it for my comeback post. I'll do a real post sometime soon.

The Welcoming Committee

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So I've just thought of a brilliant new feature for my blog. I've decided that whenever I gain a new follower (I sound like the leader of some strange cult when I say that), I will run a piece on that person as a welcome. Sounds good, eh? For all of you loyal readers, I may retroactivate this.

This proves difficult because there are some readers that stay hidden in the shadows and mask their identity, only emerging to post random comments on my boards. I encourage you to hide no longer! Join the team!

That being said, let me tell you about Garrett MacKay. The date of our first meeting has been lost to the closet monsters of time, but it must have been in seventh grade, because I outlined his picture in my yearbook as a person that I liked. However, in eighth grade we were both chosen by Ms. Thornock to be on the Centennial mock trial teams. We were assigned as the closing prosecuting attorney for our respective teams. So, Garrett came over to my house one Saturday to work on our closing statements together.

After we had done our mock trial work, Garrett and I spotted the newest issue of Sports Illustrated sitting on the kitchen counter. Our perusal and discussion of the magazine led to a discovery of many common interests, notably BYU football. And that, as they say, was that.

We've spent two and a half years apart, but now it seems like neither of us ever left. I'm glad to have my best friend back, and welcome him to the Captain's (B)Log.

p.s. If anyone has a favorite Garrett story, post it in the comment boxes.

Garrett and me from the eighth grade yearbook.

Garrett and me last week.