I attended the Black Crowes & Trey Anastasio concert last night at Madison Square Garden for the big NEW YEARS celebration. What a weird scene, I tell ya.
The only reason I went in the first place is because my boy TK had extras, wanted me to go, and we don't get to spend a lot of time together. So I bit, but not nearly as hard as Trey did.
It must have been so wierd for Trey to be on the stage at MSG because quite frankly, he ruled that place for years, and now he was a sideshow. There he stood, in a room which may have been 70% full, and 30% interested, playing boring ass music. Contrast this with what Phish has done over the years and it's beyond lame. Actually, it's more sad than anything else. To think, 10 years ago to the night, Madison Square Garden, Phish performed one of their
greatest shows of all time. Now here was Trey, playing simple music with a band of nobodies.
I don't care that much about Trey blowing these days. I don't goto his shows, and I don't listen to his new music. But there I stood in the 5th row staring at him, hoping he would look my way and notice just how uninterested I and the people SITTING behind me were. Don't think it happened. We have made some solid show eye contact in the past, but it was not to be on this night. However, I did spend 15 minutes with Trey's dad Ernest, a man who I've known since getting stuck together in Newark Airport in 1998. Great guy. Here I was, reminiscing with Mr. A (as I call him to avoid people freaking out), and his wife (not Trey's mom), talking about our lives, etc. Such a great thing to see him. Not a lot of people know this, but it was a conversation he and I had which made me pursue a radio career. Plus, he always took a liking to me and my ex-girlfriend for whatever reason, so this was truly nice.
So here we were, the three of us, watching Mr. A's son jam out on stage. I could tell Mr. A was not that interested. I had to feign enthusiasm, and actually try to dance a bit so it seemed like I was interested. I was really just counting the seconds for this guy to get off the stage. Finally, he did. Lights came on, and few cared. As opposed to the old days when the lights would come on and you'd look around for friends so you could say, "Dude, that was fucking ridiculous!" Not to be.
Finally, the Black Crowes, who I hoped would save the evening on some level. They did their part. Fact is, as Trey has lost his edge, Marc Ford seems better than ever. The Crowes certainly lost a lot in my book when Ford was last kicked out of the band. Think about this: Ford was tossed from the band because he was too big of a drug user! Nowadays he's on coffee and smokes, aka, The Rehab Crutch. Nevertheless, the guy is a badass, and the rest of the band was great as well. I looked around to see if Mr. A was still there, but he rolled out. Maybe he didn't want to hear a good performance, who knows? Even with the Crowes playing well it was all too obvious they weren't a band strong enough to sell the Garden on NYE, something Phish could have done 10 nights in a row if they wanted to. All very weird.
At the stroke of midnight both bands (and the North Mississippi All Stars) were on stage with family members (Kate Hudson included) to bring in the New Year. Finally, there it was, right before my eyes, a dream my friends and I had for 13 years: Marc Ford and Trey Anastasio, side by side. But guess what? It didn't matter one bit! That's where we're at these days. They did some kind of hallelujah New Years bullshit, but with 4-5 guitars and a host of other instruments on stage you couldn't hear a thing. More dreams fading into oblivion.
Again, the Crowes were great, but this was hardly about that for me. I never expected them to disappoint.
Digressing...
Somewhere during one of Trey's endless jams I thought to myself, "This must be what Phish sounds like to all the people who hate Phish." Granted, I think most of those people are retarded because Phish was that sick, but still, I felt what many of them have felt.
Rumors abound Phish has scheduled tour dates for October 2006, ending their supposed breakup. I certainly hope they can pull it together and make some inspiring music because between how Coventry ended and where they're at right now, this is not how it was supposed to end. I don't think I'll be one of those people going to see them more than once or twice, but still, it's not supposed to end with Trey playing to a half empty Garden on New Years Eve, opening for another band, who also can't sell out the Garden.
Sad shit.
At least I had
The Wollesens and good friends to end the night. Now that's a good band, and it don't cost you 70 bones.