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“Whip it to Shreds” The Blondie & Devo Review

Last night my husband and I went to see the musical show of Blondie and Devo courtesy of WXRT at the Chicago Theater.  My lucky hubby won the tickets from the radio station.  The tour is called “The Whip it to Shreds” and features  Debbie Harry, Clem Burke and Chris Stein, along with newer Blondie band members Leigh Foxx, Tommy Kessler and Matt Katz-Bohen and the original members  of Devo, Mark and Bob Mothersbaugh and Gerald and Bob Casale who took the stage with tour drummer Jeff Friedl rounding out the line-up.

Debbie Harry blasted on stage wearing her hair bleached blond and wild.  Her golden, glittering outfit was covered by a silvery overcoat.  Blondie played many fan favorites, but by the end of the night, Debbie was losing her stamina and her voice. The one song that I wanted to hear, “The Tide is High” never made the set list.  At one point, while she was singing “Heart of Glass”, it looked as if she had a crick in her side for she kept holding it as she sang.  Even though the crowd stood the whole time she was playing, there was not much dancing or jumping around.  I sat through most of it and caught myself up on emails.  Her performance was a yawn.

After an extra long intermission between Blondie going away and Devo coming on, the lights went down and the members of Devo walked one at a time on to the stage amid loud roars.  The crowd was still standing and moving to the punk rock music.  The spectacle reminded me of something from the Blue Man GroupIt crossed my mind that maybe the Blue Man Group copied from Devo to create their show. 

Devo’s pinnacle was when they performed “Whip it” and “Satisfaction” back to back.  The crowd was revved up and enjoying the show.  When the band threw “energy hats” to the audience, the fans went wild, jumping and grabbing to get the free hat.  Those hats, priced at $40, were on sale in the lobby.  Devo was definitely the hit for the night and made it worth the price of admission.  I enjoyed the Devo show.  The rocking de-revolutionists made me want to put my phone away, and never looked at it again.  Good going, Devo!

 

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Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Jamie Nowinski – Grandmother Wisdom/Grandmother Musings with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
 

“Dit, dit, dit, diddle, le, dit…”

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It was an enormous surprise for what had begun as a bad day.  I called my husband on my break, and he announced that he had won tickets to see REO Speedwagon from a local radio station. REO Speedwagon was one of my favorite bands.  In the 1970’s, the group had the coolest album entitled, You Can Tune a Piano but You Can’t Tuna Fish.  My teenage friends and I would rock out to REO Speedwagon in my living room on my booming console stereo that made the picture window rattle.  I was so excited! I was finally going to hear 157 Riverside Avenue and Ridin’ the Storm Out, live in concert.

It was warm the night of the concert, and I dressed in what I felt were “concert” clothes. I looked good and I felt sexy.  The venue was at an old ornate theater in an even older river town. Moreover, as my husband and I walked up to the front doors, I noticed that there were many older people milling about the place.  I was surprised, because REO is a rocking band. Nevertheless, we went to the will call window to pick up our winning tickets; and with tickets in hand, we stood in the crush of people waiting to get into the theater.  Again, I looked around and was surprised at the amount of middle-aged and older people.

Once our tickets were checked in, my husband wanted a beverage so he found a line that looked shorter than the rest.  It was really packed around the beer/beverage concessions.  Standing with him waiting, I mentioned to him that I had better use the lady’s room before the show started.   The line at the lady’s room was long, but that is common at any event. As I waited, I noticed a few women in tank tops with colorful tattoos up and down their arms.  Their arms were saggy and the tattoos looked ghastly on their aging arms.  These women had to be in their 60’s! What were they doing at this rock concert?

Just as I arrived at the door to the ladies room, out comes a woman attached to an oxygen tank.  That was it!  What am I doing at this old person’s concert?  I wondered to myself.  These people all had gray hair!  They dressed as we did in the 70’s, but they were not teenagers, they were parents, grandparents, and the elderly!

When I finally met with my husband again and we found our seats; and I was really freaking out.  I whispered to him that he should look around.

“At what?” he asked.

“Look at all these old people.” I said incredulously.

Then I proceeded to tell him about the woman with the oxygen tank and the tattooed women in the bathroom.  He looked at me with pity.  I hate when he looks at me like that.

“Honey,” He said. “We are just like these people.”

I sputtered. Then, I scanned the theater and saw all the overweight, bald, graying, rockers. It hit me like a flaming meteor falling from the sky.  It was a brutal realization.  I am one of these old people!  I am old!  Until that moment, I had not felt that I was old, in fact, I that evening when I dressed for the concert, I felt like I was 18.  I had not related to the simple fact that I, too, was a grandmother and had kids in their 30’s.  Oh no, I thought to myself.  I am too old to rock to REO Speedwagon!  I had missed my chance.

Then the lights went down in the theater.  The band took the stage, and Kevin Cronin wailed out my favorite song, 157 Riverside Avenue, and I was a teenager again.  I stood up, and I started waving my flabby arms (no tattoos), and I sang along in my loudest voice.  “Dit, dit, dit, diddle, le, dit…”

Age no longer mattered.  The loud, rockin sound of a great band brought out the youngster in me. All else was forgotten for a few hours.

Copyright © Jamie Nowinski and Grandmother Wisdom/ Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Jamie Nowinski – Grandmother Wisdom/Grandmother Musings with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
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