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The Who in Concert! |
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| These tickets were precious as diamonds in the days preceding. The band had played the same venue a few nights earlier (Thursday, December 13th). You were there too, so you know just what to expect tonight. Your seats were good for that show, but nothing like tonight's. This second concert was scheduled unexpectedly, and like last week's, tickets sold out in minutes. Saturday night, as part-time work in your effort to make some college money, you were working the Capital Centre's box office counter in Hechts (a local department store). It was a quiet evening. Everybody knew the concert was sold out... and so not to bother asking. Out of boredom, you queried the computer to see if any seats would come up. "Section 2, Row A, Seats 1 & 2." Your adrenalin immediately peaked. Certainly there must be some mistake. That's front row, dead center. With instinctive reflex, you hit the "print" button, and you heard the familiar chatter as two tickets were generated. You queried and printed four more times. You didn't know how big this available block was, so you just printed pairs of tickets until the supply was exhausted. No mistake. Ten front row tickets. Buddy, all your Christmasses just came at once! |
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| The Set List |
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Main Set: |
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| Roger Daltrey |
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Daltrey is lead singer, who also
plays serious harmonica. He also pulverizes tambourines (more on
this later), and though not tonight, he is known to pick up the occasional
guitar (e.g. on the "Eminence Front" soundcheck video).
Roger's trademark, apart from bushy blonde hair, is the way he swings
the microphone around by it's cord, up high in the air, before catching
it. That's why the mike has medical tape wrapped around it, to keep
him from cutting his hands up in the process. No headset or cordless
mike for this guy. Roger that! |
| Pete Townshend |
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Pete's trademark, apart from
his scarecrow appearance, is his penchant for smashing his guitar at the
end of performances. He'd conspire with Keith Moon, who would detonate
explosives loaded in his drumset, to totally wreck the stage, thereby
expending any remaining energy. Pete even rammed guitar necks into
speakers and amps!
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| John Entwistle |
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As bass guitarist, John's trademark is doing absolutely nothing. That's right, nothing. He does an excellent job playing bass guitar, but as for anything else on-stage, don't raise any expectations. The man just stands there, perfectly still. He just stakes out a corner and remains calm, so as to not risk getting hurt. He's in permanent "energy conservation" mode. This has earned John the nickname of "The Ox." |
| Kenney Jones |
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Enter Kenney Jones. Honestly, I never saw Kenney before or after these Washington DC gigs, but I am a Kenney-generation Who fan. Indeed, if he's good enough for the rest of the band, he's good enough for me. And more importantly, he's doing a damned fine job tonight! Hey... The Kid is Alright! Besides... somebody's gotta keep an eye on Pete! |
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| Epilogue |
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You want that tambourine. You want it badly, so bad you can taste it... How do you expect to get it? I mean, you can't just jump on stage and grab it, can you? Can you? Of course not! (Imagine that, having the best seat in the house, but spending the second half of the show in the parking lot!) You hand your camera to your date. You stand up. You reach out your hand. You look lead singer Roger Daltrey directly in the eyes. You scream, "Gimme that tambourine!!!" There's no way he hears you, above Pete's power chords. But he knows what you want. He sees it in your eyes, and he sees your outstretched hand. He knows not to hand that thing to his assistant, doesn't he? He'll throw it to you, won't he? YES!!! He throws the tambourine on the stage where it bounces once, from a point between you and him. Gravity, and momentum, and maybe the hand of God move that baby right towards you, where it bounces a second time at your feet. You drop to your knees, seize this prize you so richly deserve, and guard it by pressing it against your body while crouching into a fetal position. The competition for concert trophies is fierce for any rock & roll band, but few would disagree The Who is the greatest band in history. Fortunately, the crowd quickly backs off, once realizing you're not parting with your prize. You know that look on an athlete's face when s/he wins gold at the Olympics? That look is you, now. You hold your prize high, for the world to see. You just caught The Who's tambourine!!! |
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